They call it the Alchemist’s Labyrinth
For it is a twisting maze of ingredients
A morass of ritual and science, intertwined
The alembic’s lament; scourge of mortar, pestle
Failure is months of work lost, at the least
A life ended in fire, at the very most
But a success, oh, a success…
Success is immortality
Though there are some
Wizened alchemists of old
Who would beg
To differ
March 7, 2024
From “The Alchemist’s Labyrinth” by Anonymous
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