In the cold depths of winter
With no food about
Better heed the warning
Best keep out
For the beast of Storeton
Would lie in wait
Young or old
You'll soon know your fate
As it hides in the snow
Ready to pounce
It'll drink your blood
To the very last ounce.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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When there is no food this provokes thought. This is better to have the depths of cold rather than to have no food. This horror poem is very thought provoking and amazingly penned...10