A Poem To Close Out National Poetry Month

I've been celebrating National Poetry Month over on Facebook (with one of my poetry groups), but I thought I'd do a last hurrah here as well. So for your enjoyment, a dark poem to chill your soul... 

Ashen

Path of stones, pale bones

to carry them down

Hear the wild wind howl

The crow caws, give pause

Shadows shift around

Hear the wild wind howl

Wolf in white, need bite

savagery unbound

Hear the wild wind howl

A scream lost, in frost

countless echoes sound

Hear the wild wind howl

None to save, buried grave

The dead, in the ground

Hear the wild wind howl