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.

Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again

Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock
I wish her safe landing without any shock
If e'er we meet again by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me

Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again

My footsteps may falter my wit, it may fail
My course may be challenged by November gale
E'er fortune shall prove to be friend or be foe
You will always be with me wherever I go.

Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again
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Though you are gone Sir Tristan, you are never truly lost. Farewell my friend. My paintball partner. A true modern day pirate. Goodbye Linn.