We are stone

We are stone

Frozen

Iced souls

Hardened steel

Carbonised

Diamond cut

Forged into daggers

Stiletto sharp

Tempered by degree

Too fine a point

Made without rancour

Anger is too hot

To hold

We are deadly cold

Veins so deeply blue

Flesh marbled

As hard as the nails

Used to fasten

Down the lid

Of the closed

Cold heart

We have nurtured

To protect

The soft golden core

Still crying

In its sleep

Is it safe

To keep it hidden

So deeply buried

When it might yet be

Transmuted

From gold

Into cold hard stone