Frost bites the early morning air
With slight sentiments of late October chill
The stars twilight in their abysmal obsidian oblivion
Exploding supernovas in a heavy silent achromatic chasm
Gnarled swaying branches of the ancient corkscrew willow
Lashes about with a fevered frenzy of demonic intent
Howling coyote wind whips wildly
Lacerating frigid frost-bitten animal skin
Numbing and chilling both bone and marrow
The sun has yet to rise
Keeping its warmth concealed
For a few hours further
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
Frost bites the early morning air
With slight sentiments of late October chill
The stars twilight in their abysmal obsidian oblivion
Exploding supernovas in a heavy silent achromatic chasm
Gnarled swaying branches of the ancient corkscrew willow
Lashes about with a fevered frenzy of demonic intent
Howling coyote wind whips wildly
Lacerating frigid frost-bitten animal skin
Numbing and chilling both bone and marrow
The sun has yet to rise
Keeping its warmth concealed
For a few hours further
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