Touch of embers
Lit fire to the soul
Three day burn
With no cure but time
This ancient blood letting
A curse of a cure
Still I return
Touch of embers
Joyfully devouring
Freshly healed wounds
Reason dimmed
Judgment tossed in the wind
When it all feels so right
Does it all feels so wrong
Touch of embers
Spells whispered
Deepen the haze
Clouds boil thick
Black the disaster
Fear and desire break quick
Yet the burn conquers all
Touch of embers
Flames consuming
Molten blood flows
Demand sacrifice
Sublimation excluded
Scarlet cloud soft surrounds you
Legacy to the letter
Touch of embers
Fully consumed
Wrest free passion’s slave
Heart stop, breath frozen
Swift haze drift away
Waiting, hoping, seeing in vision
Embers that twist in the wind
