Mist
From the fire that warmed his heart,
lash tongues of cold flame, sears
an icy trail up his spine,
frostbite hopes, expanding fears.
Strangled cries on frozen spikes,
vibrations silenced as lungs freeze,
striving to reach the flame's heart,
praying it have the heat it seems.
Blizzards, ice walls, frozen wind,
keep him from heat and heat from he,
distance held, though flames need fuel,
he wants to burn, is forced to
flee.