Winter, pierce my skin.

Kill me on the inside.

Such a cold is felt within.

Winter pierce my skin,

to tell a tragic tale.

Allow us to begin.

Winter solstice sun:

a prelude with convition;

the forshadowed one.

Winter sostice sun,

what thrill to take the throne.

Your era has begun.

A chill to shatter bones,

that sees dark deeds accomplished,

aims at the unknowns.

A chill to shatter bones,

who seemed a friendly foe,

reclaims what body owns.

I understood your purpose

in one quick moment

and was overjoyed to know.

So, 

thank you.