The cold attacks me with jagged teeth and claws.

Tall trees block the friendly sun’s sweet rays.

Though I shiver, I enjoy the snowy scene.

My face goes numb. Even my eyes are cold.

I close my eyes and will myself to warm.

A freeze comes over me as the sky opens up.

“Non est exitum” she whispers to me.

Adorned with shining lights, she controls day and night.

Her touch is ever-present, her gaze unending.

At her command rain falls and winds blow.

She is timeless and powerful, and I am nothing.

Yet I will control her, she will bow to me.

Stupid citizen, he would do better to respect her.

I open my eyes again. Still I am cold.