Crystal Casket

The gale blasts through the dead wooden fingers.

The trees, kissed by Jack, now painfully moan

Opposing bitterness dark that lingers,

Through the shrill whistling and ghastly groans.

A crystal casket encases all around,

Preserving to timeless the macabre sights.

Crystal blades on bleak, old limbs can be found,

Icy sharpness appropriate for fights.

Winter ideal isn’t ice but white snow,

But ideals, just dreams, are not defined true.

Frozen knowledge may be all that we know,

With diamond skin and lips of glacial blue.

Let the mind sleep, like nature, slumber deep.

Ignorance, the casket ‘gainst wisdom, keep.