Winter's Heart A bitter breeze, stark and chilling...bit into a heart once willing. A clammy hand, down a cheek did stroke, as with a violent start, he awoke. Shoving the hated hand away, he stood blinded by the bleeding day. Wrath contorted his angel's face, how his heart began to race. For here was Chrysanthemum, And where Aster's love had glowed, There was a void, aching and numb. Old Man Winter blowing hard, knew his son's heart was pierced by an icy shard. Hatred an emotion Jack had never known, had seized the throne. Rage burning brittle and bright, Jack took flight. Snow and virga billowed, roiled as the Jack's blood, heated and boiled. Glacial blue and deepest black, Cloaked his once bright form... Created his wings as scales shielded his back. And moments before, where a boy once stood, a monster loomed boding no good.. Smoke from an inner fire coiled up from his nose, Jack was a beast, now talons to toes... Ice sheered out as he leapt high, wings and lungs aching as he chased the sky. Chrysanthemum, daughter of Hecate, cackled in glee as he flew away. Mischief wrought, Aster's heart broken... She disappeared into the night, Withered mums upon the ground, her parting token.