Winter Sun is turning to moon. Now with two moons ruleing the sky, daylight must walk shorter distants while ice queen is starting to breath. Ewerything alive will be killed and clouds are covered with blood, then you cover yourself with animals for protection. Birds are escapeing from all this beautiful madness and dead water everywhere waiting for vitalization. And after silence of minds, snowdrops are breaking throught the corpses with prophecy that tell us that hope is starting to shine throught the haze of cold hell.
Oh that's really good i like it how it doesn't rhyme. Poems that don't rhyme seem to just be freer and they can go with exactly what you're trying to say without trying to rhyme every line.