The Alchemist | A Rose in Bloom



I think I wrote this in class. I will continue posting my favorites from teenage/college years until I run out and begin writing new stuff. :)


The Alchemist

Dead leaves snap
crisp in the night
Fog rises from the ground
Hatred and malice scream
Without making the slightest
Whisper of a sound
Vengeance slashes through
the air, thick and tense.
The winding road changes with the forest
Woven in a web of matrimony
to receive the Dementor's kiss.
The philosopher's stone
just out of range
The power to a life of perfection
without equivalent exchange.
One.  Two.  Three.
Employ reason.

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