With the Winter’s chill raging like a river untamed
I shake off the lethargy of Summer’s bane
What awakens inside ascends as frost bitten breath
Manifesting as life to some and to others as death
The wintry mood is feared for its extremes of deprivation and despair
Yet its forceful hyperborean dwellers are beautiful beyond compare
I have seen your sunny skies and blossoming flowers all buzzing with life’s delight and I have found their monotonous heat to be wanting and alas a dreadful fright
I approach to blow all of it away leaving not a single sunlit summer’s trace
Once I have done my dark magical work it will be an icy land, a mystical place
May the ancient power of this glacial season exude all its bitterly cold might
And strip Summer of its sweltering decadence banishing it out of sight
Rising from its frigid and icy throne doth Winter come to call
Beckoning mankind to ponder death shivering, one and all
-CL Fuqua
