Obsidian Hearts

The dark night
chiselled our obsidian hearts
black jewels, guided only by the moonlight

                            and though...

Harsh and Frail, are still our names
we bleed not... and feel not... we weep not…
for no one... no more...

Human uncertainties and sorrows go away,
a flock of crows... forgotten
soon the memories of our spirits will also fade
let the remains of our souls be dressed with its warm shade

For, love keeps and beats
our stone hearts as one
a fraction of a second more... in an unison pace
as the dark night starts its race


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