I will take your heart of stone.
(The dragon snarls.)
Can this lapis lazuli heart feel?
Is it cold inside your breast?
It gleams beautifully, but --
It is heavy with the pleasures of this world
Unfeeling when it should feel
Brittle and fragile when it should be supple
Bloodless when it should bleed,
And stone cold, cold as death.
Give it to me.
You attack your healer.
This stone does not fit within living, breathing flesh;
Rightly does it pain you,
Rightly do its shattered fragments make you bleed,
Leaving you cold and burdened
Yet you will not let it go for its beauty.
It is a deadly beauty:
Not all that glitters is good.
Give me the treasures you stow within,
You weeping dragon injured by jewels;
The injury of losing them is far less.
You will lay up treasures in heaven.
Come to me, you heavy-laden, and I will give you rest;
I will take away your heart of stone
And give you hearts of flesh.
Before you followed graven stone;
Now my love is written on your heart
In my blood: the law of life
The treasure without price.
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