His Chilled Mission

While the breath of ice is upon us, We have nothing but each other for warmth- And safety. Protect me from the eye watering Wind that blasts from the frost-whipped sky. Envelop me; for warmth was stolen By the wintery dragon that comes once a year. With crystallized fangs, he comes with a chilled mission. His ice and frost have become too much; thrust Upon me with no choice, and My nose is showing the drop in temperature. My skin ripples at the heavy touch Of frigid air that is poured from his mouth. I chatter and shake at his frozen appearance. Now the dragon is at the peak of his rule, Sending an army of flakes to the ground. He dares all to melt his power And I’m begging you to fight for the sun.