Alchemisland

Here since the Fall, a sleeping evil!

Snuck past an eaglewinged flaming sword wielder, scaled Eden’s walls.

My daemon knows it all, tutored in the ways of war.

Tortured and reborn alternately; in salt, flesh and water.

Innate cruelties,

The lake became the moon, taking its moonbeams;

A latent energy inherent in the crudities.