Hadal darkness whispers forth
A dream of winters past
Diamond dust not coats the earth
As mercury drops in its glass
On solstice past this chill appeared
The whole land in its grasp
But this occurrence, it is feared
Is more a dying gasp
A day ago the meter danced
With a summer’s high and low
As the week ahead advance
Back up there it will go
A cold snap of a couple days
Is all winter musters now
They say that we must stop the blaze
They never tell us how

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