Oh winter, you wrathful hovering beast
embrace the earth, rid us of heat
you caress my face with icicle fingers
making me numb to all of the dangers
the frost seeps into my brain
in winters tempest I’m insane
In halls formed in icy breath
frosty walls reflect my death
trembling in fearful acceptance
of my fate within this tempest
swirled around me this sanctuary
in the bowels of January
Death! Death! The ravens cry!
The blackbirds sing that I must die!
forest full, a frozen procession
bony hands of death’s possession
mocking howling of northern winds
like shrieking of a thousand sins
Cold, you roaring fearful thing!
not falsely have the mourners sang
mountains like a deathly watch
dark specters in a deadly crouch
my doom is spelled out in the flakes
my bones will freeze inside these lakes!
Eternally this snow became my bed
Enrobed in ice, my flesh is dead
Enthroned in frost, my soul is captured
Ever-winter gives its morbid rapture
Drew Otteson 