Beneath the covering, fire speaks in language
Breathy, understood by few yet known well
By the keepers of flame, a prison of totality
That keeps it from burdening mortal worlds
With all that those crackles may stand for.
Beneath the ice, beneath the harsh cold,
A whole star of fire flares in wild magnetism,
Trapped in surrounds of ice so compressed,
Singular madness made contained for so
Strange a prison as can keep fire inside.