Every breath you take is mist
And seems to steal your soul
You remember it was summer, once
But you never felt so cold
The ground is quilted by the frost
And through it, nothing grows
And creatures sleep that do not eat
The food that winter grows
The trees all dressed up in the ice
Like diamonds is it weaved
Within their branches, bare and dark
And mourning, still, their leaves
And far above, a single bird
Lets out a mournful cry
For this is the season when
All creatures come to die
For cold you see is hungry
And it seeks to steal the heat
From everything it touches
And every soul it meets
And wasteful is the hunter
For it has no use for prey
Once that warmth is leeched from them
Winter, it slinks away.
Written by Tiberius