Stone hearts

Our hearts are carved out of stone,

They symbolize

A cold madness

Of solitude.

They are static

And they keep smiling

Looking at the sea.

When seagulls barely touch

Salty waves,

Our hearts tremble

But no one sees it.

They are witnesses

Of a great city

Being defended by heroic warriors

And its story is rewritten

By a coven of magi.

They dance

To the moonlight

While the pier

Is frozen

In a technically flawless

Imitation of wisdom.

Our hearts are made of stone

And they are eternal.