Escape from this cold world

The streets grew colder as the night got darker
and people sat in dismay
around the dying fire,
cursing the seasons and praying to the sun.
There came a young man in dirty overalls.
People watched him in disgust as he scooped his heart out,
cleared it of blood and with a smile
Cast it into the flame.
As he crawled back to his dungeon,
his heart burned well with light and warmth.
"There goes another one" said the old man,
straining to be heard among the happy songs,
"another of those artists to kind!'

Author's Note

All sorts of criticisms are welcome.