Alchemy Art

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Alchemy Art

Sonnet

A long trail of dusks was life, setting into nights
Grim and grimmer, the dark travail upon my brow
Ringing my mind and being like a sorrowful halo,
I bore through long years all darkened moments.

A conspirator sun set shadow dawns everyday,
I moved through winding mazes that confounded
My thought and tread, and seldom unbloodied
Was my being through that harrowing fray.

But now, it is no sleep that descends on my night,
Sleep that deadens the sense and numbs mind,
Into a contemplation womb I seem to ascend,
That births me anew at each day’s waking start.

Behold O World, the Magician’s alchemy art of old,
That transforms this clay-iron into a lustrous gold!