Heart in Darkness

In the dark, I wandered,
Past walls of stone,
some wet, others dry.
Cavern and bricked labyrinth.

Obsidian and lime.

Carefully, I stepped.
But recklessly I meandered.
For long lost, I already was.

But there, in the darkness,
after many days,
I found a heart,
Redder than red.

It was flesh.
And it was blood. 
And it was mineral.
Encrusted with living ruby.

Brilliant, even in the stygian hollow.

There, it beats. 

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