You may have heard a tale, There exists no death, Only chattering teeth and a short breath. Don't be fooled by the dawn's false trap. My frozen red ears Bespeak winter's harsh slap. And your universal sun At the mercy of each breath, Rather than your coffin Brightens the hidden cave of death. They'll ignore your greeting Amid this depressing weather Doors are shut Heads on chests Hands hidden, Hopes are cruelly cut.
Winter is rife.