Melting

Her scar, twisted, burned upon her back

The flaming mark that holds her

His love cannot help her

His love can only burn more

With every look from his smoldering eyes

She weakens, waiting to be reduced to ash

And scattered upon her grave

He is like the ice, and she, like fire

'It can never be.' She tells herself

And he knows that it is true

For he is the ice, cold, lonely, emotionless

And she is fire, hateful, destructive, burning

It is because Sango lost all hope that she is fire

And it is because Sesshoumaru had no hope, that he is ice

It is because of both these things Sesshoumaru and Sango know, they knew, forever knowing, that their love can never be.