Iron blanket

Under this
iron blanket I Frey..

Frozen flowers bloom.
Then chained..
and quickly
takin away.

Under an ocean of water
Covered in oil.
Besides the sunniest day...
Darkness will play.

Knees to my chest, 
Thunder recons my heart.

“Who’s within my soul ,
my lord?
Be it the priest of sacrifice?
bring me ... the options 
To Success”
William Shakespeare