"Winter's History Lesson"
To bare feet
Tears of sleet
Fell from eyes too old
for the young man, kneeling in the cold.
Snow now stained,
For belief had waned.
The existence of war
wounded myth and lore.
Interference now forbidden…
Surviving soldier frostbitten.
Battle worn.
Lost to the storm.
To the drooping of his eyes,
the wind howled in reply.
The soldier shivered and shook,
White knuckled hands gripped a Shepherd's Hook.
From experiences past,
he knew the slow suffering would last.
Flash to the revolutionary—
countless bodies his snow would bury…
So the young face,
grabbed the soldier in Winter's embrace.
Hair wind-blown and white.
He held the soldier tight.
Through dying eyes the soldier could see
the sadly smiling entity…
Beautiful frost sparked before his eye,
his last breath a content sigh.
The soul swiftly aided upwards by the Wind—
a favor for an old friend.
Guided home, never again lost…
Life mercifully nipped by Jack Frost.