Frigid Antihero

Night’s frigid anti-hero
Swings atop the same rafters from which it hangs
its chosen noose
Swaddled in the same star-kissed garb as the Manger Child
& seeking out the four crown princes of the underground
In the name of fairy tale--
Pinwheeling on icy cobblestone
Whose ghostly frost cracks three times as hard as any mystical riddle
Its glacial crest thawing,
Polluting,
Inhabiting as whisper the landscape it blankets
& coaxing a first, frantic awakening from the sleeping
Giant its raw work completes