The Death of Fire

This is about how, if we're not careful, love can be killed by anger

The Death of Fire

At first glance they appear different but at heart they are the same
Both destroying the minds from whence they came
Desire is the spark, whilst passion is the flame
Fire is the start of the heart's most dangerous game

And smoke brings the beginning of the death of fire
Anger, well known in the role of ice's foolish sire
Frost is the passive destroyer, outlasting even the flame
Not melting but freezing as the guilty pass on the blame

Hate quenching a thirst as powerful as that of desire
And ice declares its victory, bringing the defeat of fire
After the fire goes out and everything is consumed or burned
All that's left is ice and a lesson to be learned