The world will end in Fire or Ice Concluding in an equally fierce way People often enquire "Which would I prefer?" Honestly my dear, I'd prefer not to say. I relish and crave the nourishment of heat Yet in the sun I cannot cope. I retreat from the bite of the cold But with the frost, I long to elope. People ask: "Do I fear death?" Am I scared of reaching my end? If I was being truthful, I only fear one death I am scared of drowning, my friend. If the waves caught me, I'd rather die of thirst Than beg for a dampened gasps of air I would look Reaper and Lord in the eye Tell them "Your ideals are cruel and unfair" For I have learned to live without air Ever since my heart shattered, When he took my breath away. My lungs caved in like hollow pools Teaching me a vital lesson. In this corrupted world, There are far worse things than Fire and Ice