Undying

There were only the
Stark prints of your boots
In the late snow leading
To the broken ring of stones
On the hill behind my house
But not beyond

That was six weeks ago. Tonight
I found you
Collapsed outside my door
Shivering emaciated
With razorice eyes of predator
Lips parted on a fevered, feral scream
Fingers spread wide in
Preparation for flight