The Alchemist
My feet are firmly set on the path to transformation
Discarded are the hopes and dreams of the past
Torn asunder by the hands of Fate and circumstance
I place that which I am in the crucible
To sear from my soul all that is diseased
And the madness burned from my mind
Spiritually cleansed of the negativity of existence
I emerge from the crucible renewed, unburdened.
I ask none to follow me, save those who seek transformation
Souls who cry out for a better way to think, to live, to dream
Transfiguration of Reality’s essence in totality
The only blessed outcome the Rangers must conceive
The crucible is waiting for its thrice-doomed load
To bring about the ultimate rebirth of humanity’s edifice
A society purged of Mankind’s corruption
Fresh from the transforming flames.
© Valen (Myles Cook), 04/02/2012
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