Gold has turned to salt water
I’m afraid I may falter
Im told there are worse chains-
Dont complain.
Feel myself changing
re-arranging
all that I once believed
all to which I’ve cleaved.
Wafers of sand dollars
crushed underfoot
The eldest of his harem,
she bleeds but is barren.
Belonging to one, loved by none.
Empty communion
Enter delerium
Skidding towards oblivion
Novo Imperium!
the path of his dominion-
Illuminates, expands my field of vision.
When Im cloaked in your silver mantle
wrapped in your array
our only light a candle
fiery elemental display..
chaos to order and back again.
White magician, I can’t resist-
How much can you transform, my Alchemist?
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