Alchemisland

Nothing lasts.

Oh, we’ve had our blasts like old cannons 

Rusted now, recycled into bravery medals

Nothing is fixed, only stone sticks and even that is licked by wind to wind

Unglued the affixed things plunge into occluding gloom

Here in the quiet room which should be loud, we planned it loud

But you were open-handedly cruel, you would not allow it

Thou hast overdrawn privilege with me

And, in so doing, smashed thy power

What fondness shared preamble kept warm your cruelty shatters

Out fickle candle and into darkness we all who loved once

Better that then never at all

I will rarely recall those times at all

We soar, laughing, and have it all

Then just as suddenly the wax melts

The neck feels what the axe deals

We start to fall, unredeemed and unrevealed.