Cold Heart Speaking Poem by Lynn Lullaby

Winter, keep these lands empty,
Keep the ground frozen,
Keep the fields hard and cold.
In huts lock them in,
With walls way too thin,
In their hell of hunger
And poisonous mold.

Winter, do not yet vanish,
Do not surrender
To gay blooms and young birds.
May hardship still grow
As icy winds blow,
That carry off softly
My ignoble words.

Winter, please grow still stronger,
Grow like a blossom,
A rare beauty in white.
More snow you must bring,
To parry off spring,
And ice storms to ravage
With ununbridled might.

Winter, keep these lands empty,
Keep though a limit,
At some point leave it be.
Make stock and men fall,
But do not kill all.
Some poor souls keep breathing -
Enough to feed me!