A sharp turn of his heels,
and summer becomes winter.
He kicks up the dust
while he dances,
creating currents of ice ridden air
that chase him like hounds,
snapping at his toes.
He stands with his arms outstretched,
pale elongated fingers
beckoning the frost,
and as he closes his eyes
he settles the earth,
slowing life to a sleeping pulse.
Prima noctis,
he retreats,
and slamming the door on jubilation,
he casts the first-born snowflakes
like confetti,
to the wide-eyed children waiting below.
They flit gleefully in his wake,
and spiral downwards once more
to possess their lethargic domain.
A hushed whisper ripples through the town:
Jack has arrived.














Comments
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"We want outbursts from you! Flights of fancy rather than rules!" - D.A.F. de Sade
~molestation~
Thankyou very very much ^^
I don't like posting things up on DA too much, since I only have one friend who will read my poems beforehand =_=
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Why coal magic?
It glows when you light it!
Sounds like witchcraft~!
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"We want outbursts from you! Flights of fancy rather than rules!" - D.A.F. de Sade
K, I'll rummage around my computer/notebooks and see if I can find anything >_>
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Why coal magic?
It glows when you light it!
Sounds like witchcraft~!
This is really a great and romantic, idealistic picture of winter. *sighs* Wish it really was this beautiful all the time.
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If you are what you eat... I could be you by morning.
My evil clubs - how I love them
~wlf ~impure-souls ~cotd ~Alice-fanclub
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