This poem was co-written by myself and my good friend Steven, enjoy.
Jack frost, in crimson wind,
Chilled heart and bone to ice
Jack frost, that wicked man,
Has caught me in his vice.
Jack frost, with heart so cold
So frozen deep within, so brutal
And cold hearted keeping everyone
From getting in, Jack frost the man
Of inner snow storm can anyone touch his
Heart? and make it back warm?
Heart warmth only by melting icy shell.
Still broken, torn, past worn.
Imbedded in snow ball imperfection
Lies thorn after thorn after thorn.
He is only bitter because of what he's
Been through, which is the torment of
Living without love, which has turned his heart
So cold and blue. He hides his pain with anger
And being full of hate when true fact is, his heart
Aches it aches with the pain of loneliness and to
Put his heart out in the open to him is too big a
Or perhaps the hiding falls
To sighs of inward thought
When dismal shades of gray
Is the price for what, so dearly bought,
Has driven to such an icy way.
Jack Frost, the cold and icy beat,
Waits only for the day
When radiant crimson butterfly
Chase winter's wizardry away.
A truly beautifully shining star that
Holds life's true beauty in her arms,
So one day she looked at him with
A smile as she passed and it melted
His icy heart in it's prison of ice cold glass.
And when the ice had melted down
Jack Frost still coldness knew
But now was shared by warmth of love
As shining star did view.
Such change of life, a smile and glee,
Came Jack Frost with this love
That knew he must this grace abound
Have come from up above.
His angel here, through gloom and cheer,
Will nary leave his side
There love would grow to endless heights.
Jack Frost has found his bride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.