Ice King

His heart is the beautiful clear clean glass of a bright ocean,

Always smiling and never smiling.

Slow is the rhythm in his chest,

Fast are the feet that spirit him away from affection.

Enchanting, a cold starful night,

The vacuum within the vacuum,

Drawing relentlessly,

As he himself is drawn…inexorably.

A smooth touch and demeanor,

No crack in the veneer.

It is all veneer.

Break the ice and see the king

Hurting and scared of the light.

Warm him with your sun even when he burns you.


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