a heart, not of stone,
but surrounded by it;
cocooned in coldness,
hardness, ni unbreakable

inhaling you three times;
threw your spear,
fractured the walls on the first,
on the second,
small crumbles came falling off,
on the third,
the spear touched the centre,
out came a ball of light,
warm and soft;
yet with a might and force
unspoken off
nothing of the stone is left,
just a heart, glowing
of your light

still in  haze,
it all just appears to be
a little lighter,
brighter at least to me that is.