Kiss

Running through the snow,
Blending in with the shadow of the night.
Hunting together as one
Stalking the prey til it falls
Attacking it with the kiss of lovely death.

Blood-Stained snow of the once living,
Giving no mercy
Stench of death flooding through the wood,
Bringing more merciless beings to the feast.

Leaving no trace of life, the wood once had.
Only leaving the death's lovely kiss
As sun rises
They fall back
Waiting til
The night appears
So that the feast can begin again.