Winter's Spell

Now the arrival of a desolate kingdom so bleak Felt and suppressed not able to speak With the cold winds that blow Beneath a paradise of sparkling clad snow Nox has cloaked all with an attic embrace To what was tempered on this earthly space Hardened clay with fists of steel Crackling rivers that slept and concealed Howling cries of the lonesome and the scared No place for the living to dwell unprepared Lifeless beds of gardens fast asleep This place not fit for man nor beast And so a passing of time will endure and erase To the coming of spring taking in its place