Heart of a Guardian

From inside the heart of nature's sweet gift

Forms a stone with little to no beauty.

Still it is loved by those known to be swift.

A cherished symbol of their sworn duty.

Born from the guardians of their cities.

When man rose they killed many protectors

For buildings made in their territories.

Stumps now stand, like old reminders, specters.

They were forced to flee with no defenders.

Now the stones remain to help understand

those who ran with no hope of surrender.

It is said, he who holds said stone in hand

May pass the locks and seals of those long gone,

Then find forgotten lands of those withdrawn.