Mr. Jingles

Melting cadaver, orange glows atop.

Black and bare at the bottom.

Charcoal pinwaxed into that white,

now crimson flake.

Tinted branches fall at the side of your spine

Hyperventilating at the loss of hydrogen, oxygen.

Escape of the harsh winter goblet.

Rain is the hag.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Frosty.

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