Unrequited

Bury it under layer over caustic layer
the small jewel of the center
it's memory sweet
as it's old illusion
and as you look into it
you can dream
but covered well
it survives harbored
under a thousand old wishes
impermeable in it's centered shell
as it waits for other lifetimes
the core is pure
it can stand the weight

-By the Corbyhawk herself