The Abysmal World Of Winter

The Abysmal World Of Winter

In the dead of winter Booty Flake is tormented
As the furious wintry rage eats its way from south
Booty Flake marvels at its colossal load of white stuff
Readied for dumping en route Flake's safe haven.

Holed up in his protective hive, Flake braces for burial
The world has turned tables on him in a single sweep
Nowhere to take cover, scorching chilly eating deep
Very deep into his flesh and veins - a rage of no cause.

Succumbing into the dark abyss of inordinate snow cover,
Flake enters the underworld of indefinite wintry retreat
Buried in this abyss unknown to man, Flake dreads the rage
A rage demanding no provocation turns the world inhabitable.

Once a world of joy and play is now a battleground of survival
A bitter war between the warmth of life and the freezer of death
The feeble Flake is no match with nature's temper gone mad
In solace is techno-thermo armament that mellows the madness.

In a clandestine operation, the warriors of bitter cold lead way
Attempting a preemptive strike on Flake's techno-thermo arsenal
The techno-thermo fortress is deep-seated by pillars of
life-shield
This acrimonious destroyer loses battle to Flake's fortress of
life.

Less the fortress, Flake loses derisively to grinning snow mounds
Exiting the fortress is as deadly as the blizzard, a larking
executioner
In the spare of the moment, Flake prefers life to statistical
iceman
Ultimately, there is sunlight at the horizon giving way to life