Coursing with evil counsel and incaution, a need to reach buried deep
Was it God or the Awful Sleeper who planted the seed?
Love with fees, in love with Aoife, until the needful sun freezes
Over just to get my attention again, the Trojan Women in detention
Expensive pen and spidery writing, line upon line of archaic declension
Once I start winning, tenfold uptake in sinning
Evincing in lightning strikes
Trining in ominous threes, the hand of Rimmon
Each flash repaints the trees
More skeletal and brief with each retrieval
Dark a thief, while Sol a retriever leaving a soggy ball at your feet.
Alchemisland 
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