This is just a little something I had to write in school this year. Its about the effects of Winter. I am the nocturnal death that comes to steal the life from your quivering body. Night and day I wear you down ever increasing cold frosting your skin numb, slowing movement. You have no gloves or hat. Your coat is torn, begging me to destroy you, to consume you. Frostbite nips at your fingers, toes, black and blue until all feeling is gone. You think your ok, moments later you realize you're not. Your slowly dying. You scream to you god why?, but you will not be saved. It was your own stupidity that brought you down. You never acknowledge my presense until it is too late, your body will be cold and lifeless soon. Your eyes retreat into their sockets, your losing consciousness, as I wait beside you smiling and laughing. Do not resist me for I will not be subdued! I am slow, I am long, death.