Drinks I sink them like lost Lyonesse
Stalks she slinks through, awed lioness
My head in her jaws, the mercy her paws
A long time waiting for applause
In an empty hall on a weekend off
Upon the wall runes are scrawled
Salt ring breached as a demon crawled
The ninth Aethyr has been called
The ninth gate cannot be recalled
It waits until paid, its jamb staves painted
With the paint of pain, as tops a Christ nail.
Alchemisland 
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