A casual glance from her Andromeda eyes
caters to the carpet of frozen rain
falling from the sharply painted skies and casting branches
petrified
two arrows is all I need to ask of you
through the heart of this slow moving season
there are no more feelings
as razor winter limps through this weary country
enamored at the violent poverty she sows
delighted at the crushing chords of decay in each cacophonous step
such a sick winter beast
a decoy redefined
behind her trailing through darkening days
dragging her snapped tethers and summers rusted chains
twisting through the barren fields
free from the Autumn warden
into the whispering realm of low shadows
she has etched the cruel beauty
of a frozen grayscale rainbow
into the stratosphere to remind us
of her temporary reign
all hail winter
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