Sleepy, the Winter

                                  By Ame Strix

                               Sleepy, the Winter
                             crawls out of his lair
                          Dead leaves and frost-bites
                           snared tight in his hair.

                                Yawning in gales
                                naked trees bow
                             Gray rain pelts down,
                          from light-hoarding clouds.

                               Sleepy, the Winter
                               surveys his domain
                               snapping off twigs
                         with the snow that he's made.

                            Frosty eyes roaming wild
                            exposing vulnerable skin
                        Pinching nerves with bitterness
                           Scraping raw, slicing in.

                               Sleepy, the Winter
                             dances out in the cold
                                Blizzardly brave
                                glacially bold.

                               Laughing in blasts
                            creatures shiver and moan
                          Icy knives from his fingers
                              cut deep into bone.

                               Sleepy, the Winter
                            calls darkness a friend
                              puts mortals to sleep
                              so his fun can begin.