Dark Winter

she is a wind bound with shackles
trapped in the darkest winter
her crystals dimmed by the dust
her shine in mud and dirt and cinders

she is a bird with cut wings
a breathe that never left the mouth
tangled in obsidian threads
covered with stone-heavy moths

one day, her wings will grow the feathers
to lift her into the night that glitters
a soul without a body
a spirit without a burden