Consumed by Horizons of Fire - Minsk

A storm beyond what eyes can see

But read my palm till the end

Deafening smoldered persistence

A rift never destined for mend

A somber lament insignificance

Lines traced in your eyes no repent

Horizons of fire dance with gypsy intent

Lustfully wisdom blankets our eyes

Hypnotized by fires inside

A Vessel unearthed and burning

And learning to burn alive

A sway of hand has taken our sight

Tint of drum hint of light