It is far too early to be this dark.
How did it get so dark, so quick?
It's sure to leave a mark
In the sky, so ethereal and sick
To the eye, the darkness an ever present arc.
Why is it so dark?
How did the outside get so black?
Light beware, stay sharp, stay stark.
Winter's marched. Winter's back.
Winter's strong. Intangible stone.
Winter's come.
(What must the trees think of this?
So cold; nature shall freeze in fits,
Do not die in the icy mist.)
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