21/06/2026
On a night so silent, the storm howled loud,
A fragile life abandoned, beneath the snow’s shroud.
A porch untouched, save for the frost,
A desperate act, a life nearly lost.
Through the white, a hound's cry rings,
An elderly recluse, guided by the strings
Of frantic whines, a desperate plea,
Leading him closer to the tragedy.
Trembling hands brush ice from the wicker,
And there, an infant’s eyes grow quicker.
Wide open, full of fear,
But beneath the blankets, something unclear.
A photograph, bloodstained and torn,
A truth so dark, it left him forlorn.
His heart ran cold, deeper than the snow,
What happens next, only the comments know.
Check the comments to see the twist,
The chilling truth in the mist.