The Winter of Discontent encroaches within…

The winter of discontent encroaches within. 
The gods have willed two mortals a morsel of joy – 
Extracted from their feeble endeavours to assuage. 
They shall not hurl wrath at the other, mimicking harmony will suffice.
Souls attired in spirituality, befitting tragedy, and residing to forthcoming demise – though they shall take shelter in the wisdom that to err is human.