There once was a boy,
Who was destroyed,
By crack in the thin ice,
Water spread around him like lice,
He struggled and gasped,
Knowing his breath won't last,
His breath was let out,
Trying to get out,
He did stop moving,
And it was proving,
That the boy was dead,
Not having a word being said,
Looking at the moon one last time,
He was covered in white and heard wind chimes,
The boy rose up when no one was around,
By the moon he had found,
That he was Jack Frost,
And did not know what he had lost.
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