The Scorched Pilgrim

Witchling dreamt and firstly bore
On pourus rock conceived
Sustained upon ancestral flesh
And sulphuric ether breathed

On crimson lake did cast my hook
On its fish sharpened my teeth
Ignorance as gold held high far above
Whilst truth was found beneath

Sepulchre made of homely wares
Did dare to push my songs above
As fear torn hearts from chests
Did ravage and spoil my love

Upon worldly visages does now trot
As was my earthly wanton desire
To pry the lies from tongues of faith
And educate thine mind with fire