Icy gray sky smudged with smoke,
Air so putrid it makes one choke.
City blanketed with snow barely white,
Mixed with mud and blood of a glorious fight.
Chunky bits of rubble, concrete, and rebar wire,
Broken like the blitzkrieg in a place so dire.
Starved and sleepless as each frosty breath
Reminds them of their comrades who lie in death.
Each night marked by the choir of cold voices,
Freeze now or bleed tomorrow are your only choices.