Anti-Snow Spell

You fall from above with your slow caress of devastation, Sheathing the spectre of this planet in a blanket of bleach, While you slice away at life below with your cold castration, Hacking away with crystal daggers all that you reach. Return to the heavens, foul Beast of the Blizzard! Return to us what you take, For you have been summoned by the wanton Winter Wizard, Whose avarice has wakened your flakes. Ancient gods and goddesses hear now my plea, Let this benumbing brisk of chill cease to be, Halt this fall of frozen fiendish feathers, To calm the warring white witches of weather.