A Frozen Mystery

The earth became ice.
The people froze,
Blood as blue as the black sea.
The desert glazed with cold.
The grains of sand, buried bellow,
just begging a mystery.
The mystery of a place called hell.
Where the devil lays,
frost bitten and frozen.
His heart and veins solid ice,
cutting off all means of life.
Eyes a glassy winter.
Showing nothing less than misery and company.
And yet he breathes,
even though his lungs are filled with ice.
He speaks,
he feels,
he thinks,
he lives.
Yet he died before he was born.
The day the earth froze,
a mystery buried bellow,
was the day when hell froze over