Some say the world will end in Fire,
some say in Ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor Fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
to say that for destruction Ice,
is also great
and would suffice.~Robert Frost, December 1920
So this is my interpretation of what is, hands down, my most favorite poem. I've had this idea for quite awhile, but finally had a chance to draw it out. Not happy with the wolf. At all. *Will go back and fix later.* Still working on my paws too. Bleh. Not much else to say. Ah, I do not own the poem. Yes, disclaimer. Shabam.
