Icy fingers curl around my wrists.
A fiery breath whispers to me, floating on my neck.
I am dragged towards the cold but the heat grips my cool skin.
Trapped between red and blue,
Unable to decide who to run to,
I shiver and sweat.
They clash around me,
Intricate shadows of war.
And in the midst of the battle a hollow grey cloud hovers about my unsteady body,
It hisses to keep away the shaky kisses of Fire and Water.
I shall bow to the Steam,
For in my time of need,
He promises to give me safety,
And hide me from their greed
