Alchemisland

Soul sold, devil incarnate

Old soul, here since Karnak

New role, maker of carnage

I’m diamond, you’re garnet

My big manse, your squalid garret

My big plans, your meagre carriage

Heard her tinny scream

Saw her murdered through a thin screen

Said nothing because I wanted cream

Saw hunters fleeing the murder scene

Verbose describing what I’ve seen

Heard most, or all, of things Petrine

Boastful about my gaff’s patina

More smacks than Tina

Headband got a scarab

Vision increasingly narrow

Screaming as they tease out my marrow

Phidias designed my gaff

Show respect or I’ll nail down that hat

Learnt my table manners from Vlad

Impale a lad then bat form

Inhale, flight into pale night from my platform

No friends, just actors, you better perform

Perfume to stymie the lung clogging weed fog, like Victorian smog

Smoking up a storm

Castles to storm, hassles about storage

Which sworn-real fake deets to put on the form

Cas showed me how to make sure it’s not boring.