#FrostedMagic

Frosted windows,
Dry lonely Willows.
Can't see anything,
Frightening haze,
Disheartening glaze.

Chilly air,
White glare,
No voice to hear,
Chills of fear,
As if something comes near.

Prickly ice,
Struggling sacrifice.
Frosted magic?
How can I expect
any more magic?
You...