The queen of winter comes.
An expressionless assassin
who feels no passion, she comes
as silently as the shadow of a cloud.
She may come crowned by aurora borealis,
or in ziggurat-like steps of paralysis,
but the song she sings freezes earthly things
and her chilly breath brings a sleepy death.
The queen of winter comes.
A deadly kiss from those frozen lips
can shatter skin like glass.
May howling hounds warn you
and blazing fires warm you.
The queen of winter comes.
They’re predicting a bomb-cyclone winter storm here Saturday. The queen of winter comes.
BLT word of the day challenge: ziggurat: a pyramid having successive stages
Maybe it would be reverse ziggurat - THAT’s a catchy phrase.