Fire is what I was.
My passion raging within
The walls of my chest,
An inferno roaring through
My veins. Glorious and daunting.
All consuming.

Ice is what I became.
Frigid, my heart of
Stone unable to beat.
My fire fizzled, a
Captive of my wintery
Prison. Cold and Indifferent.
All consuming.

The ice will thaw, and
The fire will fade, and
I will be left numb.
My emotional reservoir
Drained. Reduced to
An empty shell. Blank and detached.
All consumed.

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