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.
