The Winter King - painting by Erin Allen |
The Winter King He is this year's winter king, A solitary sorrow, a sacrifice to spring. A cold, hard fire, a boundless stream, Of heedless yearning and hallowed dreams. Ignited, she writhes in a breathless trance, Wild and shimmering in the 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. © 2003 J.L. Stanley |
The Winter King - painting by Erin Allen |
