An Angry Man Returns

A man walking down a main street the wind blowing snow onto his face, A sharp wind gusts down upon him but he walks head down marching on, He is just a shadow in the winter night but his determination scares, A thin strong man looks like he would knock anybody down should he cared. Frost has been the harbinger in these cold winter months snow now visits, We all look for frost and snows followed by a bitter salute of an east wind, Most people wrap up in warm clothes but this man rushing along is unusual, The Auria-Boreas has flashed forth in our nocturnal sky, a warning for all. This traveler drives himself through the bleak heath with frost in his veins, The hissing east-wind in his teeth the snow gathers on hard square shoulders, This man is up to no good as the anger in his sallow cheeks spark purest hate, As he rushes past others feel the whip of his flapping cloak as he looks ahead. He crashes open doors at a tavern in the center of the town and orders a double, It disappears in one swig he slams the glass on the counter and demands another, Someone looks his way his steel grey eyes catches theirs they stare at the floor, This man is different from the others, he has no fear he is a soldier, he is home.