course through the window,
chilling the warmth,
unsettling the comfort.
As the fire begins to dim,
I cannot help but notice
the beauty of death,
for death means rebirth.
Once the blanket of seemingly pure, white snow
melts,
out will burst
renewed life,
full of hope,
restoring the warmth and comfort
dissipated by that cold but beautiful
Queen of Darkness.
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