Fire and Ice

Freezing cold unbearable frost ridden cold Finger numbing unforgiving cold cold you could burn in Cold that could bury you in ice The kind of cold that bites The kind of cold you fight with weapons that most often fail Cold that burn with a different flame Freezing extremeties until they're lame Killing cold the cold that maims Everywhere the hell outside Even the moments beacon hide Yet fragile is the shelter inside where cold creeps inwhen it decides Snow has become the flames of fire everywhere around us as it desires And yet the oppisite of hells fires but the same effect as God requires This is a lesson about a place while we have choices and our escapes spring will come and winters erase But what is there for this hellish race? What is there when you can't escape?