The Forerunner

A herald came drifting from the sky
And alighted on my sleeve.
He sizzled out his message
Before melting away,
His errand done.

Soon, others of his kind came,
Advancing with the wind.
They overtook the grey sky
And the frozen earth,
Wrapping it in a pale shroud.

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