The apposition of grace and tragedy in yet another era.
An apothecary pushing his antidotes.
He is determined to undermine death
Using parchments burdened with a belligerent truth.
They flirt with embers deep in the fire.
The words that saved him evaporate into the night sky.
Soon after, a dulcet vengeance was sworn.
How quickly we forget and how quickly we condemn,
All for the scent of gold.