World of the Snow Globe

December 8, 2010
Brr, the cold
Grr, the firgid air
The biting wind with its icy teeth
Now released from its summer sheath
The torment of the unleashed
As it fills its bottomless hunger
Sweeping the world with snow and ice
The sun turns white and cold
Fire is the only refuge
For these creatures not of snow
As everything freezes
In this winter snow globe

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