The Terrible Winter - Poem
The bone chilling,
Harrowing times are here.
The cold days,
Plain in sight blue death.
Life frozen,
And further still.
The end winter was not in sight,
As people waited month on at end.
Death came as a gloomy result,
Striking one down at a time.
A curse set on the mankind,
Was these days of death.
No one knew,
Further few though of it.
But this was a fast exit,
To the end of the mankind.
Do you know any better?
If so, visit the temple in north.