Deep within a chest of stone,
How lies a heart of gold?
To beat the pulsing blood throughout,
The cold and dreary bone.
There be no veins,
No vessels there,
To perhaps assist the flow,
So tell me how a marble man,
Could feel a love struck blow?
There'd be no way to reach a heart,
And thus to cause it injure,
Perhaps this is the reason why,
A man can be invincible.
And yet the thought falls heavily,
Like the stone into a lake,
Perhaps it is the lightest joy,
To be ever so mortal.
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I was thinking this would be the start of an epic poem, but then I got lazy and decided to let the opening speak for itself. Hopefully this one has more rhythm. The last stanza gets screwy though. I've tinkered with it a million times, but can't get it right
-tangerine
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