A man approaches on the road
Every step forward feels colder, lonelier
Like glaciers moving across your heart
He is cloaked and hooded
His garb as black as the shadow across his face

Ever closer he strides
Even colder, lonelier
You can see his face now
...or what should have been
Instead there is only two great blue eyes
His breath freezes the summer air around him

He is almost upon you
Even colder, even lonelier
His eyes being to burn as if ignited by his freezing aura
His voice pierces your soul
Like the dying screeches of a great bird.

He stops, tower above you.
Infinitely cold, infinitely lonely.
He has arrived.