Boy of Ice
When I first encountered fire,
I was flesh.
Choked by flame and smoke,
The heat of greed and hatred,
What can flesh do, but burn?
I burned and I thought I knew of hell.
But hell does not burn.
Hell freezes you down to your soul.
Hell freezes you until you crack with cold.
When I first encountered hell,
I was flesh.
Filled by pain and cold,
The emptiness of being nothing,
What can flesh do, but freeze?
I froze, and thought myself an adult.
But I was a boy of ice.
A boy of ice does not forgive.
And a boy of ice does not let go.
So I reached into the darkness and I found something to hold.
I did not think he would hold me in return.
When I first encountered him,
I was ice.
But entranced by the hellfire of his gaze,
And enfolded by the heat of his body,
Enamored with the passion of his touch,
What can ice do, but melt?
He has melted the ice in my heart,
He has mended my cracked and frozen soul.
He has made a boy of ice into a boy of flesh once more.
When I first encountered death,
I was afraid.
But now I give myself up gladly.
I would give up anything for the one who made me whole.
