This is Crogonal 's Poetrydex entry! Comment and enjoy.

Freezing WarmEdit

Warmth is scary,
Alien, unkind,
Too much can wound,
Scar, and blind.

We live in our frost,
And though too much can kill,
Warmth is uncomfortable,
With a horrible chill.

That seeps deep into our being,
A new kind of pain,
And we know we'll never,
Be truly cold again.

And yet you pack yourselves up,
To drive the cold away.
You play with fire!
Which, at the end of the day-

Is the most universal danger,
That ever there was,
But you expunge cold with it,
Indeed, just because.

You are our reverse,
You love warmth, you do.
Cold to thee is frightening.
How alien are you?