Wild Fire, Crystal Ice
A child of fire, a creature of warmth,
Born in a world of crystalline ice.
A female among males, a wielder of flame,
A pure and clean bloodline’s ultimate vice.
A dark flower, feared for it’s dangerous thorns,
Cut from it’s roots and left to it’s doom,
Only to take root in much darker soil,
And in turn become a most deadly bloom.
They were correct in their thoughts; I should not have been…
How many have suffered because I was born?
A father, a brother, an unblemished race,
Too many others to list and to mourn.
Are you blind? Can’t you see the way that I am?
Cold and silent? Always apart?
You always insist that I’m more than you see,
Intent on revealing that I do have a heart.
Perhaps you’re correct; maybe I do.
But listen, for I’ll not say this twice.
So what if you find it? What good will it do?
That heart is encased in a crystal of ice…
 Wolf of Winds · Thu Sep 07, 2006 @ 11:42pm · 2 Comments |
