The Homunculus

Torchfire and brimstone heaven then rained down her might Inch by inch, from within, without; she ascended Into being, breathing ; bathed in an eerie light Humming energy, cacophony crescended Distorted features and the body contortions Backward motions propelling her ever forwards Crying out the songs of her many misfortunes Proceeding with gentle preludes, her loud forewords Creeping on all eight limbs to her master, she stole While he shakes with fear or denial, grave mistakes Seven elements made her body, but not soul Tears in his eyes, as a hardened heart crumbles, breaks Still bodies buried, her soul sent to the abyss Like a patchwork chimera, his homunculus