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Gothic Alchemy
- Gothic Alchemy -
Part I – Transmutation
He had been a nobleman, in an era now long ago,
And he dwelt in the manor of his ancestral lineage.
Love he sought, but not a maid could he persuade,
For they feared: his family’s reputation for sorcery.
On a black night, when the winds did loudly blow,
The nobleman made a pact with Hell in all his rage.
To end his loneliness, unafraid he embraced shade,
The philosopher’s stone so yielded, to his mastery.
And of him they saw never more, yet he died not…
Transmuted by arcane power into a different form.
He had found whatever it was he had thus sought,
Whilst outside, the wind grew into a mighty storm!
A noble lady haunted the place in the hours after…
Waiting, for a sign that her lonely vigil was to end.
Whilst an owl flew high in the tallest tower’s rafter,
As lightning struck a distant tree, and did so rend!
The noble lady tended the hearth, a smile playing…
Upon her lips, which had finished to gods praying.
Part II – Celebration
She came to the door of the manor out of the rain,
A woman: seeking but a place to pass the evening.
Never knowing what lay within, yet also uncaring…
Hopeful: that she might prevail upon old hospitality.
The woman knocked loudly, then knocked again…
And a noble lady answered in a gown shimmering,
With eyes that left the visitor in awe and so staring.
The two maids locked gazes in a mutual serenity…
Which neither could fathom; the visitor then spoke,
Asking to come in for a time to warm by the flame.
The hearth was blazing, its’ fires just newly awoke,
Whilst the two women sat by it, hearts the same…
Connecting on levels neither could truly understand.
The noble lady knew some power was so working,
Binding them together, like the rain unto all the land.
The visitor felt it too, easing all of her lonely hurting!
Two lonely souls, two ladies who walked the night,
Then kissed, and discovered therein, sweet delight.
Part III – Liberation
“Oh tell me visitor whomever you may be, of more!”
Asked the noble lady: yearning, to know her name.
But the visitor asked her also, to speak of things…
And they whispered together, beyond dark twilight.
The noble lady told her secret, and of ancient lore,
For the love she was feeling, robbed her of shame:
“I was a nobleman, but with power that hotly stings,
My flesh was remade in the early time of this night.”
Thus her confession caused the visitor’s wide smile!
For the visitor was really a man seeking to escape,
From life as a squire: for a knight so cruel and vile…
And in the woman before him, he saw a better fate.
The power of the Philosopher’s Stone worked well,
And Heaven broke the pact with Hell through love.
The noble lady’s heart was glad, and did thus swell,
With passion for the squire, as winds roared above.
Two lost and lonely souls were now thus complete,
Their alchemy in the shadows: forbidden and sweet.
Part I – Transmutation
He had been a nobleman, in an era now long ago,
And he dwelt in the manor of his ancestral lineage.
Love he sought, but not a maid could he persuade,
For they feared: his family’s reputation for sorcery.
On a black night, when the winds did loudly blow,
The nobleman made a pact with Hell in all his rage.
To end his loneliness, unafraid he embraced shade,
The philosopher’s stone so yielded, to his mastery.
And of him they saw never more, yet he died not…
Transmuted by arcane power into a different form.
He had found whatever it was he had thus sought,
Whilst outside, the wind grew into a mighty storm!
A noble lady haunted the place in the hours after…
Waiting, for a sign that her lonely vigil was to end.
Whilst an owl flew high in the tallest tower’s rafter,
As lightning struck a distant tree, and did so rend!
The noble lady tended the hearth, a smile playing…
Upon her lips, which had finished to gods praying.
Part II – Celebration
She came to the door of the manor out of the rain,
A woman: seeking but a place to pass the evening.
Never knowing what lay within, yet also uncaring…
Hopeful: that she might prevail upon old hospitality.
The woman knocked loudly, then knocked again…
And a noble lady answered in a gown shimmering,
With eyes that left the visitor in awe and so staring.
The two maids locked gazes in a mutual serenity…
Which neither could fathom; the visitor then spoke,
Asking to come in for a time to warm by the flame.
The hearth was blazing, its’ fires just newly awoke,
Whilst the two women sat by it, hearts the same…
Connecting on levels neither could truly understand.
The noble lady knew some power was so working,
Binding them together, like the rain unto all the land.
The visitor felt it too, easing all of her lonely hurting!
Two lonely souls, two ladies who walked the night,
Then kissed, and discovered therein, sweet delight.
Part III – Liberation
“Oh tell me visitor whomever you may be, of more!”
Asked the noble lady: yearning, to know her name.
But the visitor asked her also, to speak of things…
And they whispered together, beyond dark twilight.
The noble lady told her secret, and of ancient lore,
For the love she was feeling, robbed her of shame:
“I was a nobleman, but with power that hotly stings,
My flesh was remade in the early time of this night.”
Thus her confession caused the visitor’s wide smile!
For the visitor was really a man seeking to escape,
From life as a squire: for a knight so cruel and vile…
And in the woman before him, he saw a better fate.
The power of the Philosopher’s Stone worked well,
And Heaven broke the pact with Hell through love.
The noble lady’s heart was glad, and did thus swell,
With passion for the squire, as winds roared above.
Two lost and lonely souls were now thus complete,
Their alchemy in the shadows: forbidden and sweet.
Published 26th Jan 2012
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