Jack Frost
The
Winter King
He
is this year’s winter king,
a solitary sorrow, a sacrifice of spring.
a solitary sorrow, a sacrifice of spring.
A
cold, hard fire, a boundless stream,
of heedless yearning and hallowed dreams.
of heedless yearning and hallowed dreams.
Ignites,
she writhers in a breathless trance,
wild and shimmering in a sacred dance.
He
breaks her, blinds her, burns her sin,
then weaves her gently beneath his skin.
Seizes
a moment of her naked soul,
carves her
heart, and makes her whole.
A
poem in birth, she is a fevered light,
captured and claimed in the winter night.
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