Mix it, match it.
Spin around and catch it.
Listen to the song.
The Potion wont be wrong.
Sift it well,
Till you see the swell
Of the Ocean's Waves,
In her own gaze.
Across the wall of Emerald and Gold.
Whilst you unlock secrets, untold.
Mix it, Match it,
Burn it strong.
Two more years,
It wont be long.
Mix it, twist it,
Decant with Rye.
Shake it well,
and you wont die.
Drink up, my little protege.
Today is a new day.
With tomorrow, slowly dieing behind.
And potions to mix, and spirits to bind.
Your Aura grows, so very strong.
Trust my words,
For I am never Wrong.
Be yourself, and all you can be.
Till you see this possibility.
Alchemist you, Alchemist me.
Mixing up potions of immortality.
Author notes
The work of an Alchemist is never done.
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