First degree murder on the curb
Third third degree conferred on the third
When ferrous Mars observed the Earth
So closely that of hues dearth was observed, save the red there imbued
Even the Moon which whispers of a winter morning
And haunts the weakling light of days like a cloudcolour warning
Was missed
Had some strange mist hidden it
By mischief or by sin, surely these acts were not god-bidden
Revered books were consulted, mulled out, to great sulking
To see what was written by the early fathers, sages among them
Some rathered witches, wise women who abided vile strictures
Who lived sickly, squalid living on frigid fringes, in gelid climes
In rude structures o’er which odd vines climbed, wholly unlike ivy
Old when dawn generations were young, outside time
The old Biddy Earlys with milk eyes all ivory
Milking strange diamantine essence from caged snakes, forbidden piety
Thick and gloopy like sick after soup, defying propriety
The querent before asking must two vials consume, then hight their desire.
Alchemisland 
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