Brilliant flame among the dull ice

shines brightly, bearing happy thoughts,

but among the dead throng of ice, 

nothing burns or melts, but grows icier still.

Why?

Comet bright and bold caressing the heavens

flies freely among the planets.

No other like it is seen in comparison

yet no eyes gaze on its burning beauty.

Why?

A girl. 

A dress.

Fire.

It consumes her, ravishes her,

yet no one comes to her aid.

She screams, pats the flames in anguish,

but to all she is but a 

Living Irony.