Alchemisland

Six shots each most put to sleep, extended mag no six shooter

She is dressed in elements, her eminent crest unfallen

Crest of death’s bald head our night’s memento mori

Too hot to touch, this blisterraiser, hell’s harlot Ms Fire

You’re at home asking how a sure thing became a misfire

So hot I could cast in and melt the ring

No class ring on

My band a freemason one.