trapped under the ice his fingers go numb
a sharp thorn draws blood from his thumb,
the snowfall encases him in crystalline light
saves him from everything he fears in the night.
a mockingbird sings as he freezes under
a blanket of ice shards, a new pirate's plunder
he looks, sees nothing, feels nothing but cold
he steals him away, his young face grows old.
blood on the ice-caps, a sacrifical rite,
that leaves the boy dying, shaking with fright.
he reaches his hands inside his dead body,
and pulls out his heart and stares at it oddly.
he kisses the organ he holds in his hands,
stops before eating it, the rule reprimands,
nails dig into his softened cold skin
his face grimaces slightly as each one goes in.
chains wrap around the boy's rigid corpse
he strips him and rapes him now with full force
then he gets up and kisses his lips
puts his hands in his mouth, hardens his grip.
he breaks his jaw, and then his neck
then crushes his rib cage and starts on a trek
just leaving him lie there under the stars
bleeding all alone, his body all scars.
he opens the door to his hidden little home
then sits at a table, remorseful and alone,
he takes out the boy's heart from his jacket pocket,
then puts it in the drawer with his daughter's gold locket.
"i love you my darling, now we have won
the bad man who killed you today lost his son."
the man starts to cry, his tears blot the paper
with a story of a girl and the man who raped her.