Form: Prose Poem
Device : Assonance
Inspiration: Harry after waking from the dead and accepting and acknowledging the mantle of Winter Knight.
Winter’s fingers bite and breathe that gnaws. Cold nights love brittle and hard. Long the taste of blood lingers. Hands and heart exposed, white and raw. A bargain made, a hope delivered. Bleak Queen, long limb and a Knights place. A true voice never meager. Dark days, red lust and a strength in love. Darkness contained, familiar, true and alone.