I gaze at the sun that lays upon the sapphire sky,
Watching.. Its orange hue brightly shine.
It knoweth no soul and mind,
Just to keep the Earth warm in time.

The sun becomes apart of the earth,
but caresses no soul that accept,
Its wide, unreasonable girth.

As the sun hits me in denial,
It creates a solid burn,
that was a tempest so vile.

It rejects me behind the mask,
The sun and I,
Have a war against one another.

The sun does not caress Ice warmly,
It rejects it and pushes it away brutally.
It know not what my heart hath Hold.
It only knows the soul.

Fire and Ice fight constantly,
To rule the world within thee.
Will Thou knoweth the end?
Will Fire and Ice,
become friends?

I see the sun against a ashure sky,
It rejects me, the Icy soul who denies.
my heart is dark and cold within,
Only burning, searing,
Within the Tempest and His kin.