Alchemisland

Dealing with cysts they’re bursting

Went from Cistercian to urchin on account of my urges, would hurt you

No virtue, still currying and carrying favour from the Virgin

At whose urging was written this Persian Version

Neighbourhood watch area, text alerting

As my next level tech vehicle comes hurtling, armoured turtle

Lurching down little nettle-fed lanes, Homer’s blameless

Hit the road then on I traipse

This land by man’s hand and dread machine raped

In ancient day farsighted Lordhands traced subtle leys

Praise due, I went from presumed future forgotten

From Lordran’s bottom to holding the reigns of this intrepid place

Accolades I’ve got them, any more golds I’ll have to make space

I’ve played my fingers calloused while Rome’s consumed by flames

Anything. Anything whatsoever. Whatsoever it should take.