Alchemisland

First thing visitors notice is the smell

But also the feeling that they are entering hell

Dwelling den of some deepwater Avanc, shambling madeyed madite

Midden where mound mossy mouldgrown bones, older than one’s own

Cold dead drowned things slumped on this deathling’s shoulder round

Are thrown down upon silty ground and consumed like port salut

Boards torn and stripped from the ship, He ate the whole crew.