An eternal soul comprised entirely of crystal,
Suspended, the ever living flesh and bone,
Entwined with shards of icicles which encased
The hollowed residues of a unwilling scapegoat.
Shattered effigies which persistently reformed
Within the living construct, which is kept ignorant.
Tears of sorrow, which could not be of contempt.
Tears of the fleeing years which swiftly pass by,
Tears... of regret? One cannot know for sure.
Heart of stone, heart of unfeeling bitterness,
Bound together through one formation, one paradox.
And yet they coexist together though untouched.
Mortal misgivings give way to eternal crystal.