From The Pewter Cup

I laid down in the fire

I rolled myself in the flames

I knew the difference between right and wrong

And knew the rules before playing the games

I drank from the pewter cup

This drink I had before

It burned the lining of my throat

But I returned and I asked for more

This coven of uneasiness

Is a spell I whispered in the dark

To me I was just passing time

Never thinking it would leave such a mark