A Figure in Glass
The burning fire,
The freezing ice,
A world that is turned all around,
and that will never be found,
You will only get a glimpse when he is around,
and you have fallen to the ground,
He has eyes like fire and a heart like ice,
You can not touch him,
You wouldn’t dare for he is the chill that is in the air,
Is he evil?
Yes he is,
When he is near you will know because you will hear his scornful cackle,
Like a rabid jackal,
You will feel the cold chilling air,
filled with fear,
Warn you beware for he is near he is here there and everywhere,
Beware...beware for he is the black figure in glass.
Written By Steven Tedeschi
