Evil?

I am the frozen winter night,
behind your window turning you mad.
I’m the snow piling up,
Atop the mountains’ peaks.
About to fall and erase your town.

Waiting in danger.
I am what makes the dark a lonely sight.
The slightly want.
I am what makes spring a fertile time.
Once death has taken away what might.
And you expect.

But I can’t give.
For I take.