Father Winter

The winds howled his name
Against the window panes
yet I failed to heed their siren
Skin shivered as his icy fingers
Grasped for my raspy throat
By the time I noticed he had arrived it was to late
Life in the thousands had met their fate
His tracks lay bare for all to see
Father Winter had come again
Met by my own misery

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