January

The year begins, a bitter sting,

Of frost on pane, and winter's sting.

The sun a distant, fading gleam,

A soul-deep cold, a chilling dream.

February

Grey skies weep, a constant rain,

Washing away all hope and gain.

Love's a myth, a fleeting fire,

Leaving ashes, cold desire.

March

The wind howls fierce, a mournful sound,

Baring the earth, all life unbound.

Winter's grip, it won't release,...

The moon hangs heavy, a skull in the sky,

Casting long, skeletal shadows that sigh.

A lone owl calls, a mournful refrain,

As mist creeps in, a chilling rain.

The wind whispers secrets, of things unseen,

Of eyes that gleam, and souls that convene.

A rustle of leaves, a sudden, cold breeze,

Whispers of dangers, hidden with ease.

Gargoyles leer down, from rooftops so high,

Watching the shadows, as ...