I keep my heart tied down
Buckled under lock and key
You can pry at the metal all you want
Yet it will get you nothing
My heart is a sacred gem
That I hold close to my chest
It falls into the abyss of cloak
And rises with my breath
Kept cold by constant winter
But hot by fires ever red
It beats against its cage
Until the fire drops it dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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