Here we stand,
Guardians of the Heart.
We are protectors of this land,
Keeping watch for this piece of art.
Others must pass tests,
And go through initiations.
If they fail, they’ll be victims of torture
From our own creations.
The few who pass
Should consider themselves lucky.
Our commander thinks
You are some great lass.
He tells us to stand aside,
To let you walk through.
We silently ask:
“You won’t hurt him, will you?”
When you flash that smile,
We cool the Heart with ice.
It acts as if it could run for miles,
But it would come with a costly price.
We see your gift,
Pandora’s Box,
But his heart it does lift
For he isn’t clever, like a fox.
We attempt to send a warning,
By yelling, by message, by signals of fire.
But you leave him by morning,
While he wonders how he fell for such a liar.
Thus, we stand here
Yet again.
Guarding his Heart,
Protecting this land.
