Paroles de Arrowsmith's Fire

Wine Laced love stained pages of verse Bound and forged by Vision's lore at the Arrowsmith's Fire Mind like a candle burning... In a Masquerade of dumb eyes Scars of seasons passing all life comes to but one moments Flickering Touch Heavy in the hand, smooth to the thumb Patterns of fable, horn-crescent adorned Picture and pathway Framed in endless show 'twixt the gaze and the eyelid's wink in a soft lit room with mellowing drink all life comes to but one moments Slippery Touch