Alchemy loves story
She lives on a quaff
A puff of effervescent dream
No more the reality but
Still so
Potent
Pultices ripe in her musk
And transmutations leaveher skin aglow with every metal on earth and sun
Ears they gape of solid sniff
To reap the astral airs
But this you did not know
That with ears so wide
So deep
So present
She snipes up story
She feeds on boil, zap and burn
That musters in the tome and word
That rustles in the captive teller
Even more
She loves the captive tale
The squirming morsel she sucks of treat
Ambrosial sacrifice to her feats
And with the absence of an adolescent
She spretz it to mialmic soup
Coveting the rank like child
Out again it joins in darkness
Eager to form
Eager to please
Some other story makings
For other story to seize
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