A poem whos creation was influenced by and dedicated to Laura Wilcock because she demaded it be dedicated to her.

      Winter Flowers

I walk through the snow so deep,
with arctic bunnys from heaps they leap

Carving trails though the white,
I was given such an awful fright,
as arctic bunnys leap out and bite

Their rabid fangs dig into flesh,
I sway about and fall through mesh,
a spiders web through what I stumbled,
as bunnys gnash and growlings mumbled

Spider now upon my face,
I feel in pockets for my mace,
I find it there its in my hand,
now finding it quite hard to stand

Still I stumble, more bunnys converging,
with my skin their teeth want merging

I use the spray towards the spider,
also biting with its venom harder.
twas then I realise not a great plan,
I sprayed myself with the entire can

A wolf shows up, teeth bared and growling,
I realise now my life be parting.
blood rains upon the powdered snow,
the wolf then bites me down below.

I kick and scream as he shakes,
oh good god, now a hundred snakes.
they squeeze my legs my neck my spine,
certainly now Im about to die,
from animal attacks no reason why.

As plain you see I am still alive
and I bet you wonder why,
the answer is incredibly simple
but alas, i hate you people.