Alchemisland

Puzzling fogs descend from the fen

Symbols, omens, signs of the end

Grinding locks and cogs, ninth of ten

Downward trends, a fallen crest 

Millionth coin toss, lands on its edge

Rains of remains, of sawed human veins, brain-coloured dawns

Human-faced serpents survivors from antient time writhe in the Thames

Pallid piles of bones blended, truths as through a scryer’s lens

An answer to Rome will be born.