Frost

Eyes as blue as winter Frost
albeit burning hot with fury
staring intently cold and firm

The jaw set into ancient stone
no feeling showing through
no smile to warm it up

behold the beauty of the face
equal to a lion about to strike
and as dangerous as well

what is in this face so strange
that makes me draw so close
not heeding danger incarnation

He shows no sign of compassion
no way to read these eyes of frost
but closer still I'm drawn

engulfed by blind desire
to fall into the lingering abyss
to feel those freezing eyes on me

His gaze has slightly brushed my face
the fear has turned me into stone
and into burning expectation

with cunning grace he turns to me
a smile too cold to warm the ice
a smirk of knowledge rising

now fear and anger emtl together
and rush into the throat to spill
ignoring apprehension and annoy

He knows about his cold blue eyes
and what they can and will achive
but neverless will I endure

for the sun cannot deny the darkness
and no devil can persist without an angel
nor could I let go of him

His darkness needs a place to shine
as I will need a place to lighten up
together we could be just one

No easy way will be the road ahead
with darkness all around my light
but worth it any second