Be Gone!… Be gone!… Ye Rexpitall*…
Cold Night Shadow… Death of Fall
Grass once green …trees so tall…
Thy stinging frost doth cover all.
Thou Hated Trespasser ….Thou Beast of Chill …
thy freezing winds…all good things kill.
Ye shall not stay! …. nor rule our day!…
for Spring doth come to tame.
And Summer shall follow quickly… to end to your frost filled reign.
*New word…King or ruler pitted against all. Rex-Pit- All (poetic license#77227877871)
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