Winter Has Come

By the strength of the north wind The legion of the blackened sky The cutting, howling wind Come down in the night Bringing the snow and ice Burying things once alive It has no forgiveness Winter has come I have gazed upon the dead moon I have felt the cold in my veins And in the frozen stillness I have heard death moving She does not listen to begging She does not entertain excuses When she decides to come The unprepared go silent Keeper of the quiet The frost begins her work And when the fire goes out She will be coming soon