I ended up with two fills for this, a sonnet and a fic. They riff off of each other but the individual narratives don't completely match.

Anyway, here's the sonnet!

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He falls asleep; again he finds his dreams
enshrined in tomb of ice so bright it blinds.
Content to bleed and breaking at the seams,
his only solace is the cold that binds.
Dark wings and darker words obscure his sight;
he cannot feel the cold beyond the spark
of tender hands exposing him to night.
His lover’s claws will never miss their mark.
He learns too late the nightmare’s just begun,
and when he wakes he cannot see the sun.