19 Oct. 2015

October 2015 | Poetry/Shortfic

Goodnight cold prince,
Emperor of the frozen wastelands;
Alas, we knew you all too well
And now can see so clearly
What drew you to be king
Of the empty frosted expanse:
'Twas only a longing to seek out
That which most closely resembled your own heart.

© 2015 Pierre Massé