The Black Stone Poem by Sandra Black
The Black Stone
My heart had turned to stone
It was cold and broken
Down to the last bone
A magic spell
Brought it back to life again
A web of words woven right
A spidery cobweb of spells
It put an end to the death knell
A smouldering smell
A fire it kindled
A live charcoal it became
The stone is no more the same
An alchemist's marvel
The philosopher's stone
It touched and I revel
An heart of stone brought back from the dead to live again. A great poem.
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4/19/2024 12:45:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem....Best of luck......... beautiful poem..........