And so She came

winter crone

And so She came, the winter queen,
the Crone of night we had forseen.
Early, her rains laid waste the leaves,
stripped bare the fruit from off our trees
and now with wind in bony boughs
the last of autumn’s bounty flees.
Her whispers send us down to sleep,
she swears our secrets she will keep.
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