Solitary days and humble nights

Fire and Ice

If the world were to end in fire then we would set if off with the Sparks of desire. The flames of the heart would rip us apart. But to deny ones heart is to be as cold as ice. I however suppose ice in the end will also suffice. Those who are of fire react from their hearts true desire. They feel emotion true to their devotion to their hearts desire. The heart can listen as well as feel, if it should be real. You can read them much like books so open so very free. So arrogant to the way life should be. They are fountains of emotions with no foundation to grow on. Corruption is what they unknowingly grasp on. With such open flames they burn themselves and each other. Such emotion comes at an equal cost. But in the end who shall say they are truly wrong? For most rather be fire than ice. To be ice is to be calm and as still as the night. They can hear and see yet are never affected by any sight. The hearts are locked and each one hold their own key. Those of ice are not as open you see. They know a painful past that's left them cold and worn. Yet still they have cracked but are yet to shatter. They are now unable to feel therefore have learned to lie. The hurt is gone but so is the joy. Like a state of shock forever frozen in time as time flees from them. As if they are forsaken never to feel again. Has someone put them in this state or is it just the scars from the past? Who could ever save those who never feel and those who feel too much? Come now flames, and come now ice, come now together all who hear in the end of all times. Ice cool the fire least they burn themselves into ash. Fire melt ice least they shatter into dust. Ice never burned and fire never shattered. Without each they end would truly be nigh.