Winter Is Coming

The winter's chill is in the air

A darkness creeps, a silent stare

The wind howls through the night

As shadows dance in flickering light

The tress stand bare, their branches high

A gnarled hand against the sky

And in the distance, a meurnful moan

Of a creature that's not quite alone

The snow falls softly to the ground

Yet in its depths, something's found

A lurking presence, a haunting sound

Of footsteps stalking all around

Winter is coming, and with it comes

A terror that cannot be outrun

So stay inside, and look the door

For in the cold, there's something more.