Obey

Am I cold yet, or am I burning still?
Her arms were frill along this brazen grave.
Ere nigh' the ashes lasted long enough to grieve,
Melted in our touch, she hung herself on me.

I thought myself some soldier, here in winter's air,
My commissioner has set me down to gently solder inside.
Excellent, so they said, I fumigate away the chill.
Burning at their will, a chimney, black, in white divide.

Dissaproving trains of soot, billow from my pipe.
My father beat me at the end of a fiery rod.
Welded in his vision, inside I'm bent for life,
Now all I do is burn inside, until my chest feels raw.

A bell tolls gently over a frozen valley, grey.
I'm meant to keep this cold from growing.
I will not let it in forever, always, I obey.
Knowing while I melt, the skies will keep on snowing.

Weeping. She has told me that is why.
Some woman loved me, made of ice,
A snowflake deep within, melting here outside.
Her hope came from the teardrops, freezing in the sky.

Not designed to share a hug, purposefully brittle and mean,
Around me, she wraps herself, I've never been soothed before.
A puddle fills the floor, I've broiled her to an early death.
And die I wish, I want. I should've left in her caress.

Brushing past the ashes, a log slides through my doors,
The scent of pines sets ablaze, a towel lays on the floor.
My commissioner leaves me here, the footsteps fade away.
The skies, I'll make them weep again, as always, I obey.