Flask Welder

Long before this deserted map

You use to dim to light

The person you show one use to believe

The facet has blurred the link

You boil the greatest of lakes

You lid the envelope of monsoon

Your mar hushes my frame

You lid the envelope of monsoon

Your gilded eye

Your sharpened speech

You use to lend the light

A flask welder

Your jaunty trade

You use to pry the weight