This is a poem about a brutal winter day.

Igloo Haiku.

Like snow you melt my heart.

What things are, are not.

Bakunawa was a mighty sea serpent who ate the moon and sun. Villagers would repel him with the banging of pots and pans.

A lonely vigil burning itself out.

You will rue the day.

It is a dark poem. The House of Ice means another place. Where the conflict and agony comes from within the world. When the world needs to know. This house cannot be open to anyone. This house was made from something evil, something God can only destroy.

Again, the title says it.

I wanted to write this because it’s snowing here and I really felt like writing.