Rule

The winter, bleak and dreadful will remain
Beyond forever, if it has its way.
It will not pause or cease in its domain
But rule eternally in awesome sway
Wielding snow and ice, a sceptre grand,
Against the petty lordlings of the spring
Shaking its fist above the conquered land
Daring any challenger to bring
Their best and brightest to the battlefield
Promising they will be swallowed whole
By dark and cold, until they beg to yield,
But forced to fight until, with frozen soul,
They are assimilated. Yet fear not
He always tries, and summer still is hot.