The Alchemist

The Alchemist sat on his chair Fingering the gold dust Black curls were his hair And golden chain on his bust Churchman, countryman, cityman Alll around him sat The lady holding dainty fan Was on the conermost mat Greed and lust they had in them Begging services of this immortal From corners of the world they had come Seeking the way thru the portal The Alchemist's aura of festivity His talk of astronomy False piety,humility and simplicity Made the mortal look pretty mighty Strange curses with mineral physics Turning base metals into riches He seemed an awesome psychic Tightening his clutches Poor mortals blinded by want In him saw divine perfection With powerful exilir he would taunt To keep their souls from breeding affections.