Winter Is Coming Poem by kyvin Nash

Prophetic woes plummeting across places
I've seen this misery and fright drawn on faces.

Winter is coming as my pen dwelt,
As sharp as a sword, this tremors are felt.

Its freezing embrace so vile and severe
Winter is coming like a harsh, sharp piercing spear.

These colourful flowers with their bowed heads,
Winter is coming all the bloom will fall dull in shreds.

Heartless as it comes turning everything stone,
Yes I've seen it all, unforgiving and biting to the bone.

Winter is coming how far will these-go,
Uprooting these unsheathed inner-core.

Pressing thistle chills deep in our pores,
Winter is coming surely like foes.

All fell before my eyes, ruptures across the spheres,
This unforeseen a decree frozen in nature for years.

Winter is here, alerts from the high watchers,
As we stumble to batten down the hatches.

As time shifts shadows of lights painting grief,
Winter is coming I can hear the sounds of gnashing teeth

In this thin freezing air all will vanish
Winter is coming, proclaiming a vanquish.

Creeping under our feet, cold and devouring
Winter is coming its long, dark blanket sprawling.

All this spring and heat will be dead in the past
Winter is coming declaring an unforgettable cast.