A Lyrical Poem for the Ages

The following is a result of what happens when a decidedly unpoetic individual is forced to write something poetic for a class he has a very little amount of interest in.

Enemy Cold, Victory Ride

The day is too early for the warmth of the sun
To make its way down to the depths where I live,
And the cold stabs true as it begins to run
Across the bare skin I have no choice but to give.
Like a devil of death it builds with such speed
As to force me from joy and good day,
And the cold presses on with its evil deed
To force me to submit to its way.

But the power I ride will soon outrun the cold,
I fly to victory and defeat its vile hold.
For my need is great to defeat this foe
And bring pride to my family and kin.
The black stallion I ride takes me swift where I go
While driving me forth for the win.