Gales from the kingdom of ice
With teeth of iron and talons of brass
Maraud rampant through the darkness of night
Brutal vandalism despotic indescribable
For to inflict visit upon the slumbering hamlet of innocence
That cleaves to its tranquil shoreline sanctuary
Beneath the lofty terracotta heights majestic
That rise in a sheer wall inscrutable
Above the serene bay bejeweled
As the brute winds merciless
Like a vast river at the realm do rush
For to pick off the feeble and the despairing
As trees and fences fall at the opening salvo
With faces blanched and by much dread afflicted
As to the ground from whence they came
They now far too soon do return
Beneath the impassive regard of the opal moon
As a volley of easterly winds wrathful
Gathers momentum the full force of its merciless ire
For to inflict until its fury entire is finally spent
When…