He died and winter came with might,

With shivering, lonely, blackened nights,

With its darkened days and gray skies,

Bitter winds and their mournful cries.

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He died and winter's fields of white

Arrived, extinguishing sunlight

And, taking with it truths and lies,

Stole any semblance of our lives.

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He died and winter came to blight

With its unyielding, blackened knights.

I screamed and questioned to the skies

But, went unanswered, did my cries.

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He died and now there is no sight,

No touch, no sound, no wrong or right.

'Tis Death, the coward, I defy

Since I refuse to say goodbye.