Unlucky hearts grow black
as time withers their beats
Most beat a plump red,
the dull thrum of an ordinary life
But gold lines the veins of the rare
their energy an encompassing vibration
It colors their world, enticing
the rarest heart of all,
one that sees beyond a shiny finish
to love and nurture
instead of siphon and wither

✨Deferential Devil✨