A Blizzard's Wrath




A deathly chill and bitter cold-
Are thick within the air-
Like stories out of ages old-
They tell of bleak dispair.

The sky is white, no sun is seen-
No warmth now, for the living-
It makes for a depressing scene-
This Cold is unforgiving.

The blizzard's wrath is like a storm-
Of frozen, sharpened knives-
Like revenants without a form-
To end our mortal lives.

When the storm done and passed-
With nothing more to dread-
Silent, are our lives at last-
For every one is dead.