Halcyon King

Breath floating forming the icy winter mist Each ragged breath, an effort to persist Surrounded by the stillness of silence Evidence Jack Frost has exacted his vengeance Icicle daggers poised ready for assassination Trained to perfection by the winter warden Golden glinting rays heralding the procession Warming the hearts of the great depression Coercing the vital spark of life all around Liberating all Jack Frosts spell-bound Thawing the assassin’s frozen mortal phantom An act more powerful than could ever fathom