The Alchemist

Here lies the Alchemist,
the tools of his craft
blunted and broken,
the crucible tarnished
and no longer singing,
though hints of the magic linger.

He relies on the old cloaks,
masks and verbal adornments
that in the past
have carefully hidden his malaise,
but they are now ill-fitting,
cracked and threadbare.

So he, re lies instantiated,
tests new formulae
to separate the precious
from the base,
and for each one that fails
his patron moves one step away.

And here lies the Alchemist,
ash in his hands.

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