Winter's Wrath
Winter is coming.
She blows around ferociously,
Whipping the trees,
And tossing around the leaves.
Her anger brings an icy gust,
Making us wish we could muster the courage,
To face her wrath.
With time comes a hero,
Who can bring back summer.
Her time is almost done.
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