Alchemisland

Bleep names I can’t speak for legal reasons

I must keep back these redcations

Hard to keep track, so many campaigns gaining traction simultaneously

So many interactions, so many distractions massing

So many more to conquer and vanquish

At each peak’s zenith a higher peak

Lips iced over, cannot speak

Had I that power I should laugh, proudly

One may ask nothing of the Powers

Only beg for a death deserved by a coward

If you weren’t a yellow bastard, you wouldn’t be begging hour after hour

You would be getting after it, gaining hour by hour

Becoming mightier, more strapping, and wiser thereby, gaining power

Until you circle back around

Always it is found that that which initially thwarted is now easily surmounted

We see those molehills and make of them massive mountains

But that same faculty makes of horses unicorns

Of anaemic streams fountains

I cannot talk aloud, I cannot give my account of coming to power

But one surmises from my look’s heat, from my bestial glower

That this will not stymie my seeking, nor dim my flower’s pleasance.