Stones
Those whose hearts have turned to stone.
Each one has a self unseen.
Through netherworlds and menagerie,
One sees the hate they've been.
One by the bed is nothing but a rat with a face,
or an old sly fox with a tail for each century of vice.
One by the fire is a dragon disgraced.
One who has dyed a thousand times, is a wyrm to be despised.
Sluggishness makes one cruel,
Dabbling in magic is a sign of a poisoned vein or evil eye,
To preside over the death of men is to be the most
violet of wyrms.