Her flame flickered in the night
Thawing out her icy character
Burning blue, then yellow,
Burning blue, then yellow, then a pearly white
Leaving a gold glow amongst her face
A lambent sensation dancing in her eyes
Her frigid azure eyes softening
Wax dripping in little heaps
First a burning liquid,
Then a stiff solid.
Always possible to melt
Always possible to melt Always hopeful to change.
She beckoned him to come
She wanted him to feel the warmth as well.
Maybe this flame could soften him like it did her.
He turned, looking at her apathetically
Not giving in to her façade.
A harsh breeze, putting out her light.
A gust of wind, leaving her in darkness and silence.
Air pinching her face unpleasantly
Drying up her tears.
Blowing out the light in her flame
And blowing out the light in him.