Alchemisland

Heat such that skin blisters 

Erupts in fishgullet fissures 

Images, fragments 

Visions of vicious whips 

Viscous blood, visage-eclipsing

Flesh wetbook rips

Like wallpaper upon a steady drip

Stay a while and listen 

Tortured screams, posts for whipping 

Cursed gold in chests redly glistens

Talk of selling souls

Someone readily listens

Red-skinned apporting in my kitchen 

Unwanted, aborting away the issue

Rum and sporting chap, offers a tissue 

Like I’m due to say atishoo 

Due to hear bless you soon

There, there; soothe thy wounds 

His soot intention darks the room 

Overhead, a sparklike moon looming 

Like a numinous jewel looking down 

Resting on a bust-swollen gown

His voice a harp, cherub rung 

Then a panging pard’s growl

Cruelty’s first and foremost sire 

Manse or midden, abode of fire.