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Alchemical Summoner

An alchemist in history’s tome My past a tale of creating my own My energy spent on the pain I conjured forth from living in shame A creature came, riddled with hate The sun would burn his delicate face I summoned him from darkest depths A symbol of the loss that I kept He stared at me, all smiles and rage Creeping through the shadows at day At night we spoke in whispered tones The death I sought had invaded my home The world I feared no longer held weight When compared to this monster’s hate He speaks his mind and I come undone His twisted plans could bury the sun He knew so well, the pain that I’d seen He multiplied each loss ‘til I screamed But still I learned, and I was in charge Despite his tricks and these alchemical scars Now here I am, standing in love For all his hate, he still holds me up In quiet pause I learned his name In knowing truth, our demons are tamed

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 4/28/2013 12:10:00 PM
'The sun would burn his delicate face.' What a beautiful line.
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