Salt Storm

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.