Skadi's Hunt (revisited)

Skis whisper, cutting
the snowwhite plain.
Icy wilderness howls
around the great huntress,
echoing in her blood,
thrumming all around her.

The moon glows
in her skin, snow glitters
in her eyes, the cold sleeps
in her smile and death
lies in her grasp.

Heavy bow held lightly
in glove-clad hand. An arrow
strikes, taps warmth
from a slow flank.
Crimson drips
into merciless white.

A scattered herd springs
out of view; quiet returns
but for the quick beating
of Skadi's hunter heart.