Night atramentous
Tremendous dispelling
Light falling like salient shelling
Turned Earth. Tail Fires bright
Lightworker the Night’s Caesar
Seizure of midnight assets diamonds countless faceted
Slent its trajectory
Blent day to night, strange leopard light
New lantern new record heats, new ores fountain
Earth itself a saltern and what’s left at end alchemically altered
A petri dish though furnished well a pet’s demesne
That lantern light little more than our alterer’s laboratory light
The sky’s white his lab coat or glass-shielded eye whites
Science of Cain or of Yakub, insane creed for hate cult
Front of faith for the failed, craft’s inception end result
How fallen we haver our own doings impossible seeming
Ends with dim dreaming, remit of ‘pium-eaters, beaming
Builders came from Planet X whose orbit’s length deny its existence
Avalanche-cauling antient achievement, antichrist’s alchemical diamond the adder’s antimony.
Overrides us the song of the comet, overhead tumultuous
Its flaming cirrhus like a fluttering oriflamme
Chagrin of mythical flambeau at dismal bouquet
Less at the unveiling of supreme majesty
Telemetry NASA surpassing, glides void like creating spirit
Poseidon saw its shadow upon the dome of his domain and shuddered
Glad of the sea’s shelter, altar which birthed life, thanks uttered
Sheer size of shadow sailing, undoing time’s passage, forcing moment backward
Triumph overturns, kingly waves not seen since punishments meting
Due the King, rank-flanked and mite-ridden, his rags rouged with Roman cruelty
Returned at last the dome of glass inward breaking, spiralling shards rain onto a ruled sea
Grid of waves casting glyphs which solfège above discerns, descries, decodes, replies
Expulsion from chapel the recalcitrant student repeatedly truant thrown out in revulsion
Propulsed by sheer ire the wide worbling gyre barrel-rolled to his desire
His behest the fates did their bit, tired the Norn’s twisted wrists at his fast advance
Warping, like Hibernian Houndslayer passes the binary star Sirius while spasming
Raising alarms, his coming culling of nations. Waling between worlds, he is wind incarnate
Each aperture entryway his form amorphous morphing to fit lock, shefting immovables
Wanchancy what world he chooses on whim, his decision a whip crack to that land’s back.
Alchemisland 
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