The Alchemist by A Multitude of ONE

The Alchemist

In the shadow of a fractured moon,
Where whispers fade in the midnight tune,
He walks alone, a seeker of the gold,
Through ancient sands and secrets untold.

His hands stained with the dust of time,
Turning lead to visions divine,
A philosopher’s stone, a dream refined,
In the furnace of a restless mind.

Sulphur burns as his spirit ascends,
Mercury flows where the journey bends.
Salt of the earth, his foundation remains,
The Alchemist thrives in the crucible’s flames.

He spoke in tongues of the arcane art,
Binding the stars to the human heart.
A crucible burns, the fire consumes,
Illusions crumble, and the truth resumes.

Through mercury rivers, in sulphur’s glow,
He treads where only the fearless go.
With each equation, a mystery unwinds,
The alchemy of the eternal mind.

Sulphur burns as his spirit ascends,
Mercury flows where the journey bends.
Salt of the earth, his foundation remains,
The Alchemist thrives in the crucible’s flames.

Beneath the heavens, beneath the earth,
He forges meanings, ignites rebirth.
The ouroboros winds around his soul,
An endless cycle, his only goal.

Time stands still as the formula sings,
A hymn to the cosmos, a dance of rings.
Through trials of ash, he seeks the fire,
A dream of perfection, his one desire.

At the edge of reason, he takes his stand,
A cosmic chemist with a trembling hand.
What once was broken is now reborn,
From chaos, a universe is sworn.

But the cost is written in the stars above,
For wisdom births both fear and love.
In his reflection, a question remains,
Was he the master, or just the chains?

Sulphur burns as his spirit ascends,
Mercury flows where the journey bends.
Salt of the earth, his foundation remains,
The Alchemist thrives in the crucible’s flames.

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