Alchemisland

Ne’er do well but I say do tell when someone bells

Seven bells, there are seven hells

Seven silent cells wherein dwell

Seven monks happily settled, all ties severed

Tied together, in this life and the next, forever

At work bringing survivors together

Rome’s fracture, the end of its primacy

Its fragments pried at for all time

In that, there is some form of pride

That of permanence, of ruinous time defied.