• o, wintery nights!
    thy cold winds seep through my bedroom window.
    i am not yet claimed,
    though you have claimed the others.

    thy freezing arms open towards the sun.
    blocking out the warmth, the people have no choice but to fall!
    they are but victims to thy murderous intent.

    thy frosted breath that stings to the touch,
    you have claimed jewel and victor and alice!
    have you not claimed enough?

    if only you could leave,
    never returning.
    if only we could spurn you.

    but every year, thy horrible force returns.
    thy freezing arms block the warmth.
    thy frosted breath stings my heart.
    and the cold seeps through my window.

    december.