Winter

Cold, sweeping darkness, settling upon every crevice
Ice forcing its wrath to burst out, its intricate designs meaning nothing but sorrow, echoing the howl of the lonely wind
A desperate cry unheard over the roar of the rushing air, the never ceasing rustle of the barren trees
Nothing to await you but the icy fingers creeping up your skin, scraping your flesh with its claws
This is winter.
Winter will not sheath its talons with a tear for mercy, instead turning the droplet to solid cold.
Winter will not allow puerile thoughts to echoe in the mind, not allow hatred to go unnoticed.
Winter is everywhere,
not just occurring in the season.
You see its unleashed anger in every crevice of the world, no matter where you seek for final safety.
Winter is final.
Winter is undefeated.