Alchemisland

Watching bored ships slowrusting from the strand

A bobbing ringbuoy like a piece of Atlantis left behind

Gladiator’s Maximus how I kneel to scoop sand, let it sift through my hands

On the lip of a shelf of a rung of something larger than anyone can see

Starfire, flame and zenith of its illuming range meagre be the looming dark

I pay Paul with what I robbed from Peter

Seagulls seething wingspans of eagles from chipper eating

Doing laps of the park, shooters in the parked car on guard, en garde

Young lad thinks he’s hard, has to prove it in the city’s bars, most he’s barred from

So he hits the park and plans on sparring, I hit him hard, not about that anymore

Before you start on someone, inspect the calling card retard

Just because I’m an ample bard doesn’t mean I neglected arts martial

Schedule partially increase the strength of my mental potential

But equally partial to releasing tension with ten rounds of seeking vengeance

I throw like a lord at a peasant caught hunting owned doe or stealing hens

How hard I hit him depends, I steel at his pounding, philly shell defence

Swing for the fences, giving him hell and getting it, feel malevolent

Shovel hook the body twice until he fell, tell myself I did well

His left eye closed from swelling, head sporting a miniature Helvellyn

Pelter rocks ping off my elven helmet, twelve-lived cat living it, well-met

I extend my hand, we chat and it’s grand but I’m behind armour, welded into my mech

I kiss her neck, Dracula infection and then you’ll beg, what’s coming next

Preview of the calendar, most of it expected, most passes inspection

I’ll only pass you peacefully if the streets are busy, can’t take easy

Too sleazy, too eager to feel blood heat my pommel, Rommel

How I abscond where only a camel thrives, driving tanks

I put my plans into immediate action, a sky like nothing you can imagine

It’s stretched out like a companion awaiting revival, phoenix down time, compassion

I wouldda made a good white mage but I was only shown the evil pages in class today

My tutor’s an evil satanist but he doesn’t obviously parade it, evil ways made him

He has put paid to piety and returned to ways pagan, that old way walked again

My plug is like a Hen in prime, eggs abundant like Easter time, no treats inside

Just fire inside, consuming polluting and rarely spied, spies at my triumph.