and we are not saved

[fledgist]

each year has turnings everyone knows that
but what they are is different in each place
the seasons aren't the same nor is the flat
weight of change visible on each one's face
prevaricators liars cheats and thieves
alike feel cold and get wet in the rain
even the worst villain in real life grieves
even the darkest monster feels some strain
the coming of the cold time feels like death
and every year some give things up and die
the sharpness of the wind takes away breath
and ices up our tears whenever we cry
but who's the hero who's the villain here
we ask and softly weep into our beer