Strange Soldiers
Battalions,
Garbed in gold and wine,
Stand steady, waiting
Yet quake with fear.
Waiting, contemplating
Their fearsome enemy
There! Cold, white, and fierce
Winter snarls, shaking the leafy armor
Off of the trees.
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