The Ice Box

I don’t know when,

Not ever again,

No wand for always

And every which way

Valiant Virtues fly forward,

Clashing

Claws and fangs and eyes all

Gnashing

Quid pro quo and how do you do?
I don’t know and the same to you.

Closed trapdoors hide monsters inside

That grow and change with the tides of time.

Two are one yet still divide

Where ice meets warmth with every life:

Real or imaginary or another illusion

Thrown into the equation to add to confusion?

But what if the world’s a mindless joke and

He washes his hands of the entire hoax?