A treasure in the farthest depths
Out of reach, oh yes
For if it were easy to retrieve,
A treasure it would not be.
A faint whisper of its history
Resides in it but is still a mystery,
For how could something survive so long
With ever more numerous scars.
Its surface remains thick and hard
Nothing ever able to penetrate it,
Until a weapon so quiet and quick
Dashes straight through to the center of it.
The treasure so long encased in its shell
Expands and bursts out from the gates of its own hell,
A glowing crimson is seen from afar
Illuminating the man who holds my heart.
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