The Alchemist
Friday, February 7, 2014
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.
