The only thing I don't carry is the scythe
"I'll send icy cold through to your bone."
"What's that you say,
you don't like my tone?"
"It's Winter now, the time of chill,
freezing weather that helps me kill"
"You'll feel the full force of my breath,
and my only aim is your death"
"So wrap up warm, as I like a fight,
if I don't get you now,
wait till the night"
"My constant force will take its toll,
and come the morn, I will have your soul"
"I'll persevere and never abate,
I need your demise to fully sate"
"Evil resides deep in my heart,
you knew you'd lose right from the start"
"Come Spring my attitude will change,
I'll be warmer then, it will feel strange,
At that time it's life I'll bring,
but right now, that's not my thing"
"Hand in hand with 'Death' I walk
so enough, enough, of this talk."
"You can't escape me any more,
I'll even creep under your door,
lock me out, not a chance,
watch the curtains, as they dance"
"On my shoulders I bring disease,
and spread it about as I please.
So final words from you my friend,
as I have decided,
this is your end."
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
A poem about the cold deathly wind of Winter