#something abstract

She appeared with An intravenous drip Containing a mysterious substance

She was known to be cold And warmth she hardly felt Much less seemed to receive

In response to what she gave

Reasonably, she'd be kept In a short term stasis, using The substance being dripped

In her veins

She was a queen of ice Even if she wasn't made of it She still froze

She was cold Yet, she could burn Ordinarily, this substance

Would be its most lethal When injected or dripped into the veins However, she wasn't ill

Nor dropping dead

No, she was in a stasis A state where her shell wasn't thawed But only weakened

A period where she was cold Yet, was kept warm without Scorching herself

This, she'd cite, Was temporary, before she'd freeze Again

Until then, she was Attached to an intravenous drip Of the mysterious substance

THE SUN 

The sun / so high / the brightest star / to human eyes / who guides / and breathes life to all — He was a child of the sun who basked in its warmth and clung to its protection. In his darkest days it appeared to cleanse his soul, giving him a glimpse of heaven, a silent litany of humanity in the face of his daunting trials.

A wake of despair, a melody so fair;

You who feels not, a traipsing cadaver void of thought;

Timeless endless, an unceasing round of friendless and sadness;

Perpetual unpleasantry twisting phrase, a vent that last for days;

Guilts you feel, of Lies that steal;