THE SNOWDRAGONS Feb. 2/84 Karl Rigelhof

At winter solstice on the cusp when the archer is slain by the goat
The snowdragons begin to stir from their icy lairs after their long summer's hibernation
With a hunger in their hearts
They'll tear the world apart
To cool the burning in their souls

It began with the chill of the dawn in which the light of the sun did not shine
The cold was so intense that your breath felt (like) icicles stabbing at your lungs and the fluid froze in your spine
Your hands and feet were numb
But the worst was yet to come
As the bells of death begin to toll

The wind shrieked from the north, its scream of agony echoing the terror felt by all
It swirled and whipped its way through every crack and hole until everyone felt the pain of its icy call
Shivering from the weather
Huddled close together
They struggle to keep themselves warm

Then the snow was unleashed, a cruel icing for the cake after the feast
The snowdragons conjured the storm into a blizzard now there was no escape from the gnawing of their frosty teeth
They rip the flesh from your bones
And destroy your sheltered homes
Reaping havoc and alarm

The onslaught finally abated and the survivors crawled out of their places of hiding from the dragon's claws
Yet the people did not rejoice for they had suffered the loss of all they had loved as the frozen corpses thawed
But spring will soon be here
And peace for another year
They will be free from the death of the snowdragons