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Secondary Entry on the Topic of Seasons - 

Winters Foretold 

It is the night of nights
But not the night like all nights
On the streets the lamps burn cold.

The world outside is blue
All in shades of you
In the attempts to break Summers last hold

Her beauty was bright
But her final shining light
Falls prey to what is eternally foretold

For when the night comes knocking
And She knows it will be swift
No doors, nor locking
Can stop Winters deadly drift.