Ruby
My heart that had grown old,
Nothing more but a bloodred ruby,
Impenetrable, cold, useless to hold.
Trapped inside my priceless trophy.
Red swirls like a dreadful mist,
Concealed inside, the merciless beast,
What good do I hold in my bloodstained fist,
When it fed on my childhood, a splendid feast.
On the precious diamond door, I pound,
Enemies everywhere, the sky, the ground.
What solitude would I ever hope be found,
As I try to lose that murderous hound.
I flee down an unknown way,
The final hour is when I tire,
My soul it would touch and slay,
As evil smothered my inner fire…