Pendant Hearts

Chained up and hung like a sacrifice

In a land where only pain suffice

Over scorched, blackened and ash strewn earth

Flickering remnants of what was once his hearth

He screams and cries til he cannot see

But he does not close his eyes

He is watched with utmost affection

Like a pendant that shines the souls reflection

But while his body tears like a cuticle

They simply watch because they think he's beautiful

Yet if he was a pendant, who's soul reflects

The gaze would morph beyond regret

He begs to God for love divine

But still he does not close his eyes

Now here strides the Devil, the shadowed lover

Who's unfathomed tortures he would rather

Then be subjected to pendant hearts so dutiful

Because he is not truly beautiful

The chains cut and burn as they become more woven

Yet still he does not close his eyes

Because he'll pray that they won't open