Lock me in ice, Freeze me beyond my bones. Let me become a visceral tundra, Devoid of all, Leaving only a chilling silence to roam.
Crystalize my blood; make ruby shards. Tear the skin with your glacial flames. Seize a still beating heart with Death’s arctic claws, Puncture it with five frosting talons, to diminish the simmering heat that remains.
If you’re going to ice my heart: Spare no wrath, tear me right apart.
Since I made a fire poem, I felt obligated to make an ice poem. This one is more about love than Its counterpart, but that’s ok I think. I have to stop writing poetry in Trigonometry...