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Lord Winter.

Lord Winter. A poem By nom de plume: LanestraFlameheart Take care today when walking the wilds my dear, For the birds have gone silent with an old, ancient fear. No birds will be calling, not a sound will you hear. For the wind it is calling "Lord winter is near!" A foul winds chill that turns fair river to stone and freezes lake's reflections mirror, fills the trees with ice well known. The bite that freezes one's flesh and blood to the bone 'til all mortal breath is hard to revere. And so this is clear, I bid thee my child as you brave forests snow, hold true to the paths you hold dear for winter is coming and Jack Frost is here.