The Winter King Poem by Shaun Cronick

A cold wind is calling me,
Falling snows whisper my name.
For I'm the spirit of Winter,
One that man can never tame.

I live throughout this frozen time,
Powerfully controlling everything.
So bleak so harsh so desolate,
This season of which I'm King.

I will not yield my throne,
For a quarter of a year.
When maiden Spring comes calling,
For her I am sincere.

My reign is up my time at hand,
I once again must leave this land.
I shall return of that no doubt,
Another cold Winter to cruelly draw out.