Onyx & Ink

Some people have a heart of gold,

Or so I'm told,

But I wouldn't know-

I've only seen hearts of stone

Pebbles and rocks alone

Cold, unfeeling, 

Wires reeling in.

My heart was forged in flame

Fury with no name

Volcanic, 

Archaic

Molten bolts of lightning.

The End

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