Shadows dark and burning in the night,
Awaiting victims, such a sweet sight.
Tiny figures waiting there,
Under bushes; best beware.
Walking, stalking, creeping near.
Can you feel them? They feel your fear.
You're running now: breathing hard.
Hoping you'll be safe inside your yard.
They're waiting there, though you don't know.
They're hiding inside the once pure snow.
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