Poetry: Cold Reaper

I scorn the scowls
of winter’s reaper
steel slicing scythe
his corded calamity!

Who grabs the life
from my chest
a killing clutch
his murderous glee!

Cold stagnant breath
rots my cheek
putrid frigid blight
his icy stagnancy!

Loud howling voice
a solemn knell
the endless tolling
his ringing revelry!

Oh scavenger of
dark March day
die a death
so set me free!

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