I dwelt under the red current of the River Heartbreak
A black stone, polished by time and tears
Tossed to the depths by a cruel child for a passing glimpse of his entertainment
Pieces of Eight saw the dark shine of times polish
He bent, lifting a single broken piece of Ebony from the hearts blood
Smiling at the shining blackness so opposite from he
And while the Ebony stone no longer dwelt in the red
It was still
Ebony
And he was still
Pieces of Eight