Glass Soldiers

[billy]

Armed with the crossbow of cynicism
I dared believe myself above
The bewinged demon that is love. is that the same as winged?
But like a house concealed by snow

Then exposed to the glare of the sun, is then needed?
I felt my shell evaporate, my windows
Glisten, those diamond eyes, staring
Once more on my soul’s barren plains.

Reduced to a slave of base desire,
I unwillingly stoked that internal fire.

Now roaring with life through this
Wretched winter, my pretences,
Glass soldiers, shattered forever,
I lament the loss of my weak defences.

so the glass soldiers shattered. were they broken by love?

i love the title.
i think there could be more of a show of imagery instead of the telling within the body of the poem.
the last stanza works well for me. i think a full rhyme scheme could be harnessed with this one as well.

for me i think you have to be brave with this one jack and do an in depth edit. sorry for not being specific. jmo
as always, thanks for the read.