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.
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