The Lonely WolfShe's howling at the moonNot understanding whyNow she longingly waitsFor the darkness to replyIt's getting cold out hereAlmost too frigid to bearShe lies down in the snowThe frosting mats her hairShe sees a small hare passBut she doesn't want to chaseWithout the support of her packHer dinner would be a wasteThen she hears a soundShe perks up her ivory earsShe quickly looks aroundThere seems to be no one nearThen the figure emergesLike an angel to her gazeIt's a survivor from her packShe stands up on shaking legsBut when she turns to leapThe saint is no longer thereShe's slowly losing her mindIt's
Fire and IceI count the flames in your eyesThey evenly match the oceans in mineEmbers that kindle behind your stareAre returned within my icy glareYour voice ignites my frozen coreInside your words, rage a flaming warBut crystals form as I speak your name,Fueling your heat in enormous wavesYour hair is a mass of blazing ashesIt erupts as the lightning flashesFrosting coats my sapphire curlsSinking you deeper into my worldYour scent cuts me like acid rainI'm addicted to the searing painI carry the aroma of cascading fallsYou're trapped inside my chilling wallsI view the emotions within your soulSometimes you can be as bla