Poem called Winter-Death....

Winter-Death

Dead-skies lit by hidden pale-star;
Glacial breath o’re tumbled spikes;
Sagging tendrils of death;
They’re waiting for you.

Splotches of flurries warmed by a witch.
Fluffs of gray-matter swirling on cold pin-lit nights.
Huge moon hanging from a cold, pin-lit gibbet.
Soon that’ll be for you.

Hel’s Kitchen of Norse-myth,
Darkness of many days.
White stalks the white night,
This, my friend, doth wait for you.

As Winter stalks,
As snows stay long,
As ice weighs down,
As night forever,
Keeps its vigil,
Stay warm, stay safe,
E’re this cold place will come for you.