Winter's Blight

This is a cold I have never felt before Though I have little flesh exposed, This must be what she felt that night Though it is a white morning, the Black Consumed her. Just an shadow of where She lay on the bed. The night arrives faster than before it knocks gently on the door and pushes it Slightly open like an intruder upon my solace. It carries with the whisper of frost and void And takes heart and joy and life from me and delivers it to death. Perhaps the woods would be more Comforting, perhaps they would listen. Their branches reaching towards my collar Ash and flake fall together this night Winter has become my fire and despair is my fuel. Stain my coat with damp and suit, Until I fall like the rest.