Draven Museus - Frostbite

A sheet of ice across a lake
That a blanket of snow does cover,
While just above the cold, hard ground
A veil of clouds does hover.
Snowflakes that begin to fall,
Each one like a human soul;
So incredibly individual,
Yet rarely seem whole.
Instead they are lumped together
To be molded or easily stepped on.
And just as snow in the sun will melt,
In a flash we too will be gone.
We try our best to shield ourselves,
Bundled up when we go out.
Snow kicks up and winds do howl,
Oh Jack, why must you shout?

Icicles begin to form on homes
Like frozen bars on a cage.
A blizzard starts its siege outside,
The sky is in a rage.
This landscape beautiful and deadly
Some would venture forth without aid.
But nobody can escape fate
Nor Grim's scythe blade.
For Old St. Nick isn't in this storm,
Just an icy grave.
Snow falls harder, the storm grows harsher,
Oh Jack, can't you behave?

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