Of the feeling that people hold dear
i feel immortal and have no fear
my heart is an icy chest
many have tried but never did their best
the heart contains many powers
and is with held like blooming flowers
life and death are tamed by the tongue
my emotions are like feathers flung
kissed by the wind and soon forgotten
an icy chill remains that is ill begotten
to unlock it and reep all its glory
but is better left still like an untold story
