Alchemisland

Utter the words of the covenant

All I covet proffered, I scoff down

I scoff at the reading of proverbs

Prophets preaching the virtues of poverty

Happy to engage in murder and robbery

If it increases the value and portfolio of property

Betray and they make of you a mockery

Left hanging off Blackfriar’s, pockets more rocks than a rockery

They engage in acts of occult depravity, willed insanity

Drinking from a schizophrene hippocrene to lure down green gryphons

The green tendrils of eager triffids send out trip-inducing spores

Snaking across paths to trip the unwary, coating them in glistening

Resin a malevolent encasement enwebbed in the grave.