The windows of the mind rattle
In a rhythm that's awkwardly obscene
The cold that creeps in through the cracks
Reminder of all that could have been
Frigid winds make it difficult to breathe
A crepuscular gloom covers it all
Shambling shadows that flit and flicker
Insalubrious intentions slowly crawl
Midst of all this a loon cries out
A shrill sound that pierces the sky
It burns through the dark of the night
Wakes up ghosts that begin to cry
The blizzard rages on
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