She's always one who makes him smile,
a presence of warmth to melt the ice,
long ago formed around the heart.
A heart frozen within the depths of time,
suspended in an abyss of its own making,
lightless with the absence of heat.
A darkness born on the dawn of light,
pulsing in time to the hearts beat,
sending blood to warm the ancient blue veins.
Her brilliant stygian warmth emcompasses,
his ancient glacial heart,
melting it from the inside.