Fire Spoken And Ice Poem by James McLain

Whom come to say the world will end like this in fire.
Meting of all the ice, come inside some would listen am I to say?
Look only from you I have learned of this last taste of sweet desire.
I hold all truths that flow with those whom must from I with this fire.
But if in it I knew that I had to perish there more than hungrily thrice.
I know you knew enough of that of what he called justice be fate.
Come stop, I listen do some say that destruction so hot runs to ice?
Is and is when so great is this, your his love was mine thus sacraficed.