21 December 2012
Icy and solemn. With a hard, cold stare. A dome of ice encasing him, No warm penetrates the air.
Guarding the gates of Winter. Nothing in, nothing out. 'Til September fades gracefully, Then a flurry of cold is spread about.
Mischievously, every now and again, He opens the great gates all the way. Great solid spheres of Winter soar out, Float and swoop all day.
With sniggering eyes, he observes, The chaos that the snow causes Winter, his mistress, rules and controls the world, Everything is put on pauses.
This is the best time, Of the keepers entire year. Welling up with pride, Wearing a smug sneer.
But takes his job very seriously. He can't get carried away. It would displease the other seasons, The world's harmony would fray.
Winter's Keeper • Opuss № I