Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Shade 48: Winter’s Breath

Invasive cold pervades the walls
It fills the rooms and floods the halls
‘Tis creeping, creeping closer still
Pursuing cloaked in bitter chill
With frigid glare and freezing will
None evade her calls

The water turns to icy stone
Touched by cold to man unknown
Circumspect O, one must be
This fearsome frost will come to thee
It will pursue relentlessly
And freeze one to the bone