Cold that pains the cheeks
My creaking knees croak easterly breeze
Dreams tease
Feigning ease of achievement
Here, in flame-embattled forest
Pyres ate the petalled, chagrinning florists
This horrid world curdles the florid
Words my quill hurls hopefully
We followed that trail of ruination
We did not stay long, or ruminate
Upon the insensate devastation
We saw today, and yesterday and yesterday
Alchemisland 
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