Mark I. Kirkmeyer


She is a man-killer
A mystic frost demon
Her scream rips through ears
Her touch burns like acid
She digs through flesh
She sticks to bone
She is the breath
From the frost giant king
She sweeps across north China
Attacking the waiting
Manchu and Currahee[•]
There is no stopping her
Armor to protect against her
Made of wool, cotton, and fibers