Winter is coming
and you will be quitting me soon...
I know this fact
every moment of every day...
Each day the beast draws closer
with each breath, with each beat
with the fall of each night
the day becomes shorter
the darkness grows and
the silence creeps closer...
It stalks me
watching and waiting for the moment
that moment when you will touch me for the last time...
The cold silence waits for me
it waits until you are gone
it waits for that moment
to wrap its cold, dark silence around me
to hold me untouched, cold and silent
all through the long dark months...
I can feel it closing in on me
and I want to scream...
No you cannot take me!
I am Warm and Alive!
I hold Fire inside me!
But no matter how I rage against it
no matter how hard I beat my fists against the tomb
I cannot escape
the coming of Winter.