In the forge you cease to be Forever in the fires of the fires free Guided in light of crimson and scarlet Within the village of peasant and harlot A crystalline chapel of light hand forged A life created from this fire torched Imperfection flaws shattered on the cobbles The true perfection upon rails to bobble A perfect piece in equivalent transaction Liquid metal for liquid metal to get perfect satisfaction In the forge you cease to be Equivalency In the forge you come to life Strife In the forge you form true Bloom In the forge with melted discontent Ferment In the forge our fires burn Churned And in the forge the glass becomes out greatest savior Savor Through the shell we cast our gaze in to the blazing fires And in the refraction we see our days passed our eyes to the heavens even higher
------------------ There are no words that could define your life. You were a trip. The days and nights shared on grounds with the other vendors...these memories are never gone though you are. Sleep without the pain now my friend. May you enjoy your forge in Gaia's arms now.
18 years, 8 months & 1 day ago
