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I have a heart of stone, condemned to death The Medusa’s stare found me finally. All life has left me, to my very breath. I cannot recover what I used to be. This process is slow, and merciless too, That changes flesh to unmovable stone. Once it starts, there’s naught you can do The change will sink to your very bone. From the core of your heart, and out from there, The transformation hardens who you are. This unwanted change is more than you can bear; There is no one who can, near or far. It found me many years past, and gradually It’s taken over, and now to tell fact This unfortunate truth, this mystery, Once you are stone, there’s no changing back. Look upon me, you who are turning, You who are tempted to harden yourselves! Look at this sad statue, of a man yearning For freedom, yet like ornaments sitting on shelves Is unable to change himself anymore. No matter how much I long to return, I can never be what I was before. The memory of the past I wish I could burn. Don’t waste my example, or disregard my shame. Look at my sorrow, how I am alone! The only consolation these dry tears can gain Is if you heed the warning of my heart of stone. |
No real inspiration except--well, come on, what sounds cooler than a "heart of stone"?!?! I really did badly with the whole abab pattern though. I wrote it as if a warning from the perspective of one of my many characters named Shadow that I've had in the past (I've avoided that name like the plague since, because I used it to death as a kid--every mysterious guy was named Shadow). My "Shadow"s were often differing in appearance, but always between 21 and 35 years of age, always scarred and frightening, and always hard of heart. They were the types like assassins with stifled emotions, kind of like Shadow in Final Fantasy 6 (3 in America) (you know, when he told Terra, "There are some in this world like me who have stifled their emotions"). *sigh* I love FF6.