Cold the wind that sweeps towards me
Bringing a hoard of biting small stones
Noisy as it assails and shouts it's insults
Desperate it throws its might at me to push me down
Picking up hail with which to soak my body in bruises
Hard the wind whips forward to attempt to crack a façade
Striking with malice to sere the bones with ice
Drawing curtains on the day to lurk in the night
Now aided in it's attack by shadows and howls
As the demons of the ice-realmed abyss bare their fangs
Full they scream with rage and race around me dizzying
Black with frozen pieces of barren landscape

And they fail...

For I am safe within my cocoon
Warm in my love for you