Rain like gods in air.
Drizzle drizzle.
False tears and cold weather.
Until it begins to freeze.
Ice over the harsh sun.
And bring gray to light.
Cover the world in a false blanket.
Crystallizing every moment.
Making time slower.
Moving backwards and recouping the original journey.
As slick trails veer in no direction
No longer slip you away.
A new global age to the core.
So far that all demons need coats
Hell
Even evil kings run out of logs.
giving the final outcome to my desire.
A simple chance
For if my snowball gets one.
We all get a one.