Nature, feel my mortal wrath:
you take away the spring
with this crisp frost
and even that i can allow
and i was willing when
you took my hands in your
cold cold piecing wind
to make them burn
with stiffness and shivers
i even said "alright"
when you poured rain over
the grassy plains
that i love
and turned them into
your own swamp
unfitting for any man
to love
but now you have taken
my love's body away
in womanly dreams
and i am left
without her touch
so Nature, feel my mortal wrath:
for this man
without his love
is beyond mortal
in vain
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