ice cold, my breath like smoke,
it’s for this that i awoke,
to see the flames, destroy deranged,
by the wrath that i invoke.

it is so strange, so out of place,
to see such violent fire,
in the midst of snow, in winter’s hold,
so coldly, i admire.

burn little spark, alone in the dark,
hypnotize and demoralize.
find them trying, find them crying,
and devour them with your eyes.

-m.p. 01/19/2015