AN: A breif idea that popped into my head that I just had to write. Please review!

Crawling from the darkness

Into dying rays of light

From the ground rose Winter

Hooded in the darkest night

Raising from his slumber

The hunched figure stood

Winter stretched his spindly arms

And stroked across the dying wood

Emerging from his frozen world

The ghosts of leaves and better life

Floated from the clouded ground

Silver as a blade, a knife

They danced amongst the frozen woods

But a haze though out the air

They were the victims of Winter's gaze

Their mist reminding us they're there.

All but acknowledging their eerie fog

Winter glided on the breeze

He froze the ground with every step

And slithered out of the barren trees

Winter emerged into empty field

His pupiless eyes gleamed delight

His white iris glowed beneath

The shadows of this dark night

This was Winter's moment

To not let this world forget

Of him, their silent ruler

To make them pay the debt

His robes swirled around him

As he floated towards the town's sweet glow

A trail of blowing spots of lace

Fell down as he moved, snow

He raised his arms draped in black

A sliced them through the night

A flurry of snowflakes danced through the air

Glowing an eerie white

Melting out of shining specks

Winter twirled around

He grasped the snow in outstretched arms

The newfound silence, a ghostly sound

With a breath, he exhaled

Letting the flakes fly

Disappear into the night

And fall down from the sky

The icy blanket covered

The town in silent wails

Of groaning houses and creaking chairs

Of shivering bolts and nails

Winter strode down from the hill

To the quiet town

A gust of wind blew through the streets

And froze the melting ground

With a glint in his eye, he smirked

And rolled up his draping sleeve

A frozen, cruel, twisted arm

Deformed from years of spreading grief

The bony hands of Winter

Clawed at the city's light

His gnarled and achy fingers

Blanketing the world in night

He approached a window

Shadows danced across the pane

His own freezing breath

Leaving a foggy stain

The twisted claws of winter

Etched lace upon the glass

His cold and blackened nails

Drew designs in frozen grass

He strode from house to house

Painting ice upon the land

A beautiful twisted form of art

That stretched far and grand

The unforgiving eyes of Winter

Looked upon his masterpiece

A sigh escaped his cracked lips

A silent cry, peace