Aquanted

Liquid! This night flows as you, thick as caramel, and as smooth, warm this old tin roof. Golden Sun, through thrice-locked gates, seven seals and seven lambs, but enough of me, what of you? No, i don't know my sign, uncouth, like the ravages of time. Popularized myths sing of my better days, when the holiest of us still stood tall. Tender talons tease twisted tales, ten-times told. Forever falling farther from faerie's family flame. Divided, divined, divulged, distasteful, distracted. Silver, not gold. Lead, mercury, copper.