Everywhere I look, all there is ice. Black ice. Is there even such a thing?

Ice turned hard and cold with the darkness of souls. Is it hard to believe that it was once a burning fire?

The silver moon radiates silver light and illuminates the ice. Is it wrong to say it looks beautiful?

I don’t know what the ice symbolizes. Is it even real?

I reach out to touch the ice. Is it weird that a block of ice burns?

The fire still exists and still burns inside the ice. Is it true?

This block of ice shrouds my heart. Hard on the outside, but bright and burning on the inside. Is it really me?

Why does this ice burn? Is it me? Why is this ice black? Is it me? Why is this ice me?