She touches the fire
But turns it into ice
She thinks of doing good once
Instead she does the bad twice
Her body with imprints of all the hues
But her heart is painted only of blue
Those who try to turn it red
Find their souls barren and wrecked

Once she wanted to be loved
and housed by warmth
She chose a route leading to fire
Walking that road
She burned with "their" desire
Watching her ashes in the air
She missed her cold flair
Her cold- her need, dire
She reached an epiphany
Of why she was fond of cold
As, build on blue
Was the genesis of her soul