Affixed with fire— with Adagio

Faded quips of the wanton liar  
Swelling lines affixed with fire  
Gone to ashes of cooling char    
From a distance spreading far  
Bated breath, alas to be  
Until he sipped catastrophe  
You splayed the spool of tethers line  
And made the fool drink poisoned wine  
From the flesh of tainted brine  
As the dark permits decline  
Under, at last, the tailors spell  
Distressed and cruel; a lot like hell  
Tasting the silent Methamphetamine  
Of the dark's mescaline