Sky red as a bromine solution
Into which a toothsome alchemer, Fool’s son, diffused:
Tears of Lys and Siren’s Tunes,
Dragonprey barely chewed,
Chaste maiden frozen mid-swoon,
The sense of thrilling chase bottled.
Two drops of this rancid elixir
And one’s beloved becomes instantly besotted.
Alchemisland 
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