The Winter Goblins

From their keep, the Winter Goblins bring the ice and snow.

It settles softly on the small, quaint village below.

Next comes the stinging sleet, and the wind begins to blow.

The windows soon are covered, and the drifts grow and grow.

In the western horizon, the sun escapes below.

The villagers, trapped indoors, watch their fire embers glow.

Children put to bed, 'neath warm covers from neck to toe,

And each rest their head upon a welcoming pillow.

Of the pack of goblins, there are none who seem to know.

Malefous creatures cackle, dance, and sing in the snow.

When the powwow has ended, to the village they go.

They run like a pack of wolves. Their teeth gleam; their eyes glow.

They leave not one footprint in the freshly fallen snow.

The goblins pass each house that has candlelight aglow,

But they enter freely where darkness shares a window.

They'll leave the house with sticky treats and children in tow.

When the dawn arrives, the fierce, gelid wind ceases to blow,

And the goblins are back in their keep of ice and snow.

But they'll return in a blizzard; it's vital to know,

And visit every house, without candlelight aglow.