Polar Bear

His hunger drives him on
over the ice searching in the endless white
he goes ever forward to the edges
and returns again empty
His body begins to slow
senses dull and mind races
over illusions rare feasts
to greet the crunch of his steps
as they break below him
He decides to slide into the open water
sucked into its black pools around him
He swims in desperate hope
hour by hour his strength fades
into the endless ocean.

-by the Corbyhawk herself