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.
