A Frigid Night

It has been unlikened outside,
the wind whispering its bitter
Not so much a flaming tide,
But a sort of critter
Tearing through any pulp;
Cold's teeth, the thousand stabbing knives
Mold's grief, the lack of honey hives
A frigid night swallowed through gulp;
Freeze stays in place,
the whiteness surrounding glows
Breeze plays a mace,
The darkness entrapping knows
Hatred's universe has yet not died,
But that glaciers never lose their pride.