Cold March

On bitter wind of snow and ice,
Death consist with every vice.
For men of old and new alike,
Shall have their heads on a pike.
For nothing worse to march those fields,
As cold would claim such all it wields.
And march then on to that bitter cold,
To brave such storm that begin to mold.


Art: Cold March by AndreasRocha

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