The Word spoke
             Diamonds
In gold covered iron
While steel hearts forged
In verbal presses and pyrite
I molded
A cast
Formed
Of the past  
thrown
In the back
Of my head cracked
In fire




I was shaped
A Metallic face
Encrusted with fate
That someday
I would be magnetic enough
To attract a mate

Ore maybe I'm not iron
Enough
To steel a heart
No matter what the word said
About populating earth
Filled with carbon and coal

For how much pressure does it take
For a diamond to show fate
Before it gets too old
To shine brilliance
On the face of this world