Fire
With anvil bells and tongs...

I’ve been to an island of thieves
Where my only pleasure was the passing breeze...

Extensive years
Is not nearly enough...

When they come
They will mock and boast...

You’ll know these words before you die
‘People live to sanctify...

A gift of violets for my hearth and home
Her love of gold as mine alone...

Its 6am and the anchor man tells
Of a tale to forget by dawn...

Youthful soul who risked your prayers
Do not let your mind be taken...

How do you love the empty air
For it seems as though it does not care...

Never was a man who knew of good
Revealing no mercy when I knew I could...

Evil expects that from others
Not to seek comfort from faith of his mothers...

Righteous men cannot rest
Cannot laugh in light no more...