Looking out his farmhouse window

He can see the field below

There's an object in the distance marching

Across the cold white snow

Now it's vanished from his vision

And there's a pounding at the door

He rushed across the floor, grabbed his trusty axe, and headed down the stairs

But it wasn't there anymore

Now he found himself running

From what he did not know

When he glanced back to catch a glimpse of what was after him

But there were no prints in the snow

A cool wind blew, it threw back his hair

He felt his soul lifted into the air

It came back down just out of his reach

The demon from the snow he now clearly sees

Gnashed his teeth and let out a ghastly cry

He couldn't escape and he didn't know why

The demon with his soul firmly in his grasp, sank down forever into the slab