Global warming they call it...
But ice can't skate without such fate...
And white as snow means dead as night...
Skeleton trees can't even put up a fight...
But choke on a shot of bitter...
Even shit freezes on the shitter...
No throne of iron but ice....
Run 'fore it gets you thrice...
Winter-hardened handmaids...
Tell a tale of death cometh...
While tears freeze before they drop...
Atop a white blanket of DEATH...
Enticing the frigid to come inside.
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