The surrounding scape is dark as night
Dark and dreary was the day's sunlight
Wet
Dripping
Walking Zombies trudge
Over cobbles and slate
Through dead leaves and sludge
A British curse on this north Celtic land
The sky so thickly with gray clouds manned
I look around and understand
Fear
Despair
Depression
Which settles in
Like winter's chill, biting the skin
Gnawing the bone
Soaking the hide
Until one daren't step outside!
Oh, Scottish Winter,
When will you end?
My lids grow heavy
And my steps tend
To slow
And stagger
And drag on the ground
And when I look around
I see
I'm not special
Everyone's affected
And craves the warmth that you've rejected
Ah...the darkness of the North
A wish for hibernation
Another rainy day
Consternation
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