Few realize that the cold is close
That their world is very tenuous
Window panes and erected walls
They will not keep fates charm
That may steal away all so real
In an instant, or achingly slow
Fallen from hand, unable to hold
Then know the truth concealed
There behind fragile walls built
Lies the demon of destruction
That the indegent curse so
Where the merciless chills gnaw
Biting even the brittlest bone
Only fear feeds at the banquet
A bounty overflowing the soul
Tears and worries abundant
Lend no measure of comfort
A spirit alone in a busy world
All running a wheel, ever spinning
And in the end no place to go
All blocked out by only a door