The Creature At Year’s End (unfinished)

from deep slumber he awakes
death lives in the breath he takes
to blacken earth on his first dawn
as summer ends, so winter’s born,
claws cold from Stygian depths
chilled from voices of the death
throes of a million sinner’s woes
across the land the cancer grows,
to consume love and fire and light
and leave but fear and ice and night.

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