Alchemisland

By an impatient outpatient graveyard

Shot hard that hydra-carted rumbling clacktrain

Massive as a Gawainfoe, and manmade, so vain.

As an arrow flaming bathes yellow the life it claims,

So was that narrow passage shorn of midnight nakedness.

Bell, book, and candle;

Vellum book handled by hours lamplit.

Championship chances my damp-lip cauldron creates amply.