Deep within the chest, a heart of gold and black,
A symbol of love, a symbol of lack.
A heart of warmth, a heart of fire,
A heart of cold, a heart of mire.
But in the balance of light and dark,
Two hearts beat as one, a deadly spark.
The gold, a symbol of love, but also of pain,
The black, a symbol of strength, but also of disdain.
The human heart, a beating thing,
A mix of gold and black, a deadly swing.
Love and pain, coexisting in the depths,
A balance of life and death, a flaming wreath.