Permafrost...

The fury of shadows,
Touched her rime encrusted stilettos,
Frozen tears on the base,
Circles of glum on her face.

Combustion of graphite,
Darkness was too hostile for the night,
Lucid and afraid,
Affection that was too hard to penetrate.

Comrades that stand to face the test,
Jaded zeal put to rest,
Lust which we had to thaw,
Frozen nickel that was never warm.

Drops of blood,
On white cold love,
Bear the momentary ice,
If you want the morrow to survive...