An Ice Ball Planet, Well Past Frigid. Flammable Gases May Push Up From Deep Below.

In Rare Condition, The Flame Is Set Off.

Chaotic I Am Called To Dance At Surface, And Equally Ended By Oblivions Grasp.

A Sudden Flame May Melt A Fraction, Just At The Surface. Smooth and Placid, Your Continence Draws.

My Last Wisps Fall To Your Quickly More Rigid Embrace. I Am There Till Later Calls.

We Are Encased Together, Encompassed Completely; Melding Our ..

Ice Fire Hearts.