Ad Requiem et pace Parker

The Blowers Glass of Crystal

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

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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.