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!