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Come forth fall of ice cold rain

Behold the coming frost

Bring me back to winter once again

Icy winds leave painted glass

To whom has winter fallen upon

For which images etched never last

Vine and tree bough no longer holding fruits

Bare as vulture picked bones

Freezing from tree top to roots

Frost bitten in pain nothing grows

All lay frozen and silent

A slow decent of coming snows

the winter holds us as flesh yearns

For the warmth of licking flames 

The fires of birth which still burns

Waiting for the death promised

While we drop away from the life

in which we are harnessed

And each staggering breath

Coming closer to the step

the gate in which we embrace death

A blanket of snow land now adorns

Another season has lain dead

From which winter is reborn