Fire and Ice, a great poet once said,
are equal ways to die.
But birth from one, and not the other,
in it no equality lies.
To be born of ice, breeds cruelty and hate,
and unity there is none.
But birth from fire, brings a desire,
and victory honorably won.
Ice is cold, and black as pitch,
with apathy in thine soul,
But fire is warm, and graciuos and good,
and willing to pay the toll
to help those in need, to do a good deed,
and sacrifice to be kind,
While ice is a sinner, through deceit He's a winner,
His heart is eternaly blind.
It is from the start, and not from the end,
that Fates are set ahead.
Where you begin, it will decide,
around the time you'll be dead.
Life's a road with many turns,
to make it through you first get burns,
cuts and scratches, thrusts of steel,
but through the pains true life yo feel.