A pulsing stone pressed to her heart, the queen wept.
She was past the point of return, she was well aware,
But that didn’t make things any easier.
“I will return to you, my son, this beating heart of yours.”
Her cries filled the chamber as she looked into his empty eyes.
His face that of cold steel, she longed to see his metallic smile once more
But his lips remained frozen, a bout of everlasting contemplation.
The boy’s heart exhaled a blast of stale fog.
She could feel its weakening pulse, its longing for a soul to keep.
Though a soul she had not, for she had given it up years ago.
Given another chance, she’d offer her own heart and mind
If it meant saving her beloved automaton.
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