WINTER’S LAST
Close your mouth and die
Your time is drawing near
Winter draw your final breath
For Spring is on the clear
Forget your tawdry ways
They have no bearing true
Deny your foe if you so dare
It’s death that waits for you
Draw just one last time
Of air that deathly cools
As sun shines down upon the glade
Like Satan so Spring drools
Give all to this dreary night
As ever coming with
Tis Heaven’s choice for days of light
Goodbye ‘til next year’s pith
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