Winter
Like a King on the summit, sat cruel Lord Winter
On his throne all day!
Casting his gaze over the freezing landscape
Like a shadow of doom
Like a throbbing pain
Like a cold-hearted villain!
In the bare freezing air,
Came the sound of the wind,
Anguished, howling and wailing
Like the cry of a wolf
Like the ghostly chill trickling down your spine
Like the world has come to an end.
Ready to attack, the teeth in the cave’s mouth hanging overhead,
Threatening those who dare to disturb
Like spears in the Athenian Olympics
Like daggers in an Assasins shroud
Like the sharpened knives in your kitchen cupboard.
The mists of the mountain
Closing in around you
Confusing your sight
Like a hypnotising curse,
a foggy mind,
an enchanting spell.
A blanket of rusty snow
strangles the mountain,
Foul and rough
a malicious life form from outer space;
a red-carded rugby player,
a werewolf hunting its prey.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Trees plummet to the floor
Hurrying the escaping souls of murdered birds
Like a brave soldier shot in battle,
a dinosaur, falling from the sky,
Like someone knocking over a statue.
Seated at the summit,
Watching his foul works unfold
Delighting in the murdered souls, sat Winter
a demon looming in the dark,
a tempestuous devil,
the creator of evil.
Ha! Ha! Ha!