Slowing everything to a desperate crawl.
Chilling everything it comes in contact with.
Draining everything of warmth and clarity.
Casual tempers cling to the underlying warmth,
in desperate hopes of regaining a foothold
back to their previous unabashed glory.
As time trembles and eerily splinters before fleeting into the shadows,
a pleasant memory is recalled in hopeless afterthoughts.
Brittle and extravagent the hope unexpectedly
attempts to reclaim the helplessness and dignity of a dying birthright.
But all is in vain as the cold wears away into quiet dispair.