He howled

He howled through the marble corridors,

A harrowing, deep, agonizing howl,

He came along with the rain's waters,

So soft yet so foul,

They locked him out,

With windows closed,

But he hammered the glass, rattled about,

His fists spoke more than any word,

They tried to tune him out,

They tried hard to ignore him,

He was something they wouldn't speak about,

So they called him winter wind

The End

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