Diamonds or Coal-fires

If I write a thousand verses
Will I find a hundred gold
Or will the writing of the thousand
Turn the whole to rotten steel

Would I rather write in diamonds
Crystals pressed from darkest smoke
Or write mountains of dark coal
And wait for pressure from below

Oh the diamonds can be clever
Melting down the shadowed horrors
Forming them to facets fast
To warp the viewing of the world

But storied words pull the viewer
With less thought and more heart
Into the worlds of mist and smoke
Words from center last bespoke

I can't decide between the loves
Whether to put up close-cut lines
Or storied odes to olden times
So for now I'll pluck from both the vines