Hatching the worldegg, the athanor the eternal
Detaching the paternal dragon from my leg
Curdled milk spills
Forming thrilling worlds, rille-faced as if rake-scraped
Further than far so that nearsighted man has peaks yet to surmount
Bubblewrapped pusclad Sungrasper’s hands, replacing a wick before burnout
Saw a charm bracelet of aligned planets
Reflected in his eye black like ants
He looked back crookedly, as if my love was askance;
When the siren sang I took permanent damage.
Cain pain-full and mangled, addled by regret, a mantle made of adders.
At ruin’s vast brink, a wastrel wall of dented shields and cloven helms.
A place you love that you can never leave,
My life made hell seem easy.
Alchemisland 
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