Soon, the sky begins to darken.As your blue, Jack's chosen hue, becomes a shade of chainmail grey.Heavy, now, with clouds that threaten, struggling with its wintry load.And from its bosom, slow and steady,feathers soon begin to fall.Sparse at first, then densely weighted, plucking a celestial goose.Welter, billow, fury, blizzard, cloaking the earth in nature's ermine.Snow is here.In flake and flurry.Nooks and crannies fill with drifts.Seamless, bodies dwindle.Too far...too far to say the name.No face.In the name of war.For our lordご台行!
