22 January 2016

Lore

Heart_In_Hand

 

With the solemn progression of years

He had cast himself as the effigy of a man

And made a shrine of his heart

Which he polished with tears

Until it shone slick with a lustre

Both dark and impenetrable

He buried it deep within

Where no other could survey

And paid the occasional pilgrimage

In memory of its passing into lore

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