Rain like gods in air.
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
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.