Alchemisland

A whole year that felt like that warmth under the covers when you have to leave to step outside My rimed heart stirs like a prison guard bribed from sleep To, if not proper rhythm, than doggerel rhyme at least Weed keeps me keen and free But renders me dreamless So I must dream freely…

A saviour’s city, on seven hills Site of many elopements, winding up heat-frenzied quills The lovers enveloped in such trouble, such suffering to others, That surely sulphur will result But in that unbreachable bubble Unreachable, toil-less, and perfect; Cressida and Troilus.

Well past prime You can see that date there in the sell by spells Two thousand nine Well it’s 13 years since 2012 And the world still hasn’t ended For all our abyss delving Perhaps we can rely on further developments.

Ne’er do well but I say do tell when someone bells Seven bells, there are seven hells Seven silent cells wherein dwell Seven monks happily settled, all ties severed Tied together, in this life and the next, forever At work bringing survivors together Rome’s fracture, the end of its primacy Its fragments pried at for…

Breached that impeachable city Whose highest reaches Were to mountains mighty The height of teachers to a child Wild-eyed horde and horned, defilers To hoarse horns piled against the doors and climbed They were breached this time The final defeat, so often preached, has reached us Gold, molten pools once rosy heavengates Melted down to…