Fire eyes and fire smile lead to smokey writing style,
Coulored hands and coulored self lead to an iced shelf.
Burning as she was,
Iced as he was,
It was his claws
Which gave her cause.
Searing coals filled her heart without the art,
Sleeting hail filled his soul without the control.
Burning as she was,
Iced as he was,
It was the applause
Which made the laws.
Hot and Cold was then mixed,
And it was all fixed.
