Fire and Ice met in his chest and it was a mighty clash
Yet, she was sleeping beauty on his chest.
His heartbeat sang sweet soft lullabies that never seemed to end
and yet, there was a war in his chest.
A ribcage filled with harsh tongues of fierce flames,
licking at rock hard blocks of ice.
A flood rolled in; a lukewarm tidal wave
it shook his chest.
The fire burnt on and yet it was freezing cold.
…to be continued…