Logophobia

Deep, deep inside,
Fierce anger resides,
Wherein dost it lie?
Beneath the frozen mountain.

Cocaine desires,
Matched only by fire,
Where lives the masked man?
Atop the frozen mountain.

Sweet innocence,
Lacking in cognizance,
Where does she travel?
Through the frozen mountain.

Trouble is only a moment away,
Night falls and the moon holds sway,
Where is resistance futile?
About the frozen mountain.

All around,
Wolves are howling,
The child cowering,
The man's face scowling.

One could suppose,
Appoint or interject,
But in reality she dies,
That is what I suspect.

Some would call it cynicism,
Some would call it realism,
Where is this schism?
It is the frozen mountain.