I was born in winter,
When the year too was young,
I am cold itself,
Not feeling the sun for many cycles,
Brought up in the gloom,
Savouring only rainfall and bonfires,
My eyes are snowflakes,
Gleaming in blue fragility,
Open one moment and gone the next,
My voice is a blizzard,
A wind snapping at your flanks,
Bringing only frostbite and goosebumps,
My spirit is wintry rime,
A frozen lake in my chest,
Immune to human warmth,
I was born of winter,
I am algor incarnate,
Dead to the touch,
Call me Jack Frost,
Find ye shelter child,
For no heat shall accompany my step.
WorldofHarley 