Tools of Fate
~  By:  R.  M

Fire and Ice
Such cold with a vice
Twisting and turning
And melting like ice.
Conquering, Destroying,
And yet bringing life.
For no man could live
Without fire and ice.
Simple, they deceive
From day into night,
Who will strike first,
Fire?
Or Ice?
They sit and they wait
And crackle and try,
The stars will go out
To live or to die.
These are our deciders
They need no other name,
For Fire and Ice
Are common tools of Fate.