Soothsayer to the seasons

O priestess of cold!
Where are you now?
Devotion, avowal, howl of wind at dawn

Horn blows sombre o’er the valley
December’s members remember
doolally do-it-all-in-a-dayers
Praying away as sun forgets to rise

He remembers your demise and sighs a cyclone
His icicle throne, in spite of its lonesome facade
is thawing into shards of frosty facets

Costly assets render all around worthless
Casting asunder
End of all


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