snow crushed under boots 

in utter distress 

A crimson stained hood 

Interrupted in quest 

then steady she stood 

holding breath in her chest 

for it moves like a shadow

still-ness is a battle 

When the lives of the young 

rest on strings that are strung 

Her missions destination 

is her only salvation 

sweet treats for a grandmother 

that And earthly damnation