There’s a star in the Sky
But "stars" is a lie
To create an illusion
Of a mystery without resolution.
The moon
With the fake shine
Call us soon
With a final sign
The death takes
Our souls
To a great
empty of mercury and gold
When the intimate
In stone form
Turn lead in gold,
In a salt storm
Where the alchemists dream
Come out with a lion in green
Roaring, come the red too
Giving the secrets to the goods
But when the sulfur takes my breath
When the fire comes to an end
Silver dye loses taste
And mine thoughts win weight.
