Fire and frost
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Your beard burns red
a rebel’s blaze
a wildfire lit
in the ancient haze
Eyes like shards
of shattered skies
cold as truth
sharp as lies
But beneath the frost
a warmth resides
an heart that beats
where shadow hides
You wear your softness
like a scar
a quiet rebel
a falling star
Your words cut deep
carved from lore
echoes of myths
battles
and more
A poet’s tongue
with a fighter’s grit
wisdom dressed
in a punk misfit
Let me taste
the fire you fear to show
the embered soul
you let barely glow
I’ll wear your darkness
your light
your flame
a whispered secret
a feral name
For you are Ireland
in flesh and bone
wild and tender
fierce and alone
So take my hand
let’s break apart
I’ll kiss the fire
and you’ll burn my heart