There inside a silver chalice.. image comes alive..
As before an image of dream danced love and jive..
History a knowledge those burn books.. sell needed food..
Burners camp upriver from your little town.. your brood..
Wicked laughter as a demon.. flicker of a face.. takes your ticket ever-after summons dream and space..
Lines of finds he binds your kind with dreams he cannot do.. set in his delusion.. excuses robbing you..
Truth a hawk to confusion.. runs a maze set sunny morn..
Path forefathers set.. love fashions from each thorn..
What is fated.. what created.. image ever glows.. what is love.. old young.. or stated.. precious shared one knows..