Darkest of clouds,

Thickest of coats

Worn with the widest of smiles.

Because the cold seeks the warmth

Just like the moth,

To a flame.

 

If only we could

Hibernate like the wildlings.

A deep sleep and nothing else,

To accompany us

But the dreams.

 

We are the beings

The selfish souls of the world

Never letting the cold seep 

In too deep

Because we are survivors;

The ones who redefine living.