winter

when night falls upon the cool, dark ground
blackness envelops the land beneath
cold brings shivers to the skin

the undead rise
among those asleep
inside their brains
they creep, creep, creep

winter moves in with a lustful wind
greedy to latch on to the warm
sleep of the innocent

together the night, the cold,
and the winter lust
make new babies
from pixie dust

the person in the dream
does awake
and the ground below her
moves and quakes
and warms and slows
and over she rolls
under the cover
away from the dream
into the gladness
her lover's arms