Scarred Stones

Colored ores only had one ambition- to turn into gems. As gems, they wanted to outshine. Embellish every tiara and trinket. Little did they know, they came with traits, molding characters and penning histories.
Few gracing the exemplary, few nursing:
The Crown, promising pride and pioneering pompousness.
Earrings, yearning for bejeweled words;
Necklaces, sparkle and sheen competing to blind the victims of their affluence;
Bracelets, adorning the acts of selfish hands;
The brooch, a trademark, mired in this colossal.
Now, a coal of a heart.
The wearer’s soul, infused by these blemishes
Would one lose this lustre? To be austere?