One perspective

 

Sparks fly,

By heroine magic in an non-abstinent world,

And are commanded at my fingertips.

Kiss my magic hands or walk in the fire.

Studying intoxication and knowledge benges

Have left me with nothing to believe in;

Except that we are doomed within the cycle.

Step out with me.

There’s wind for our sails.

But Tarquin’s evil is in all of us

So we watch each other.