Apprentices of Alchemy

This is still a work in progress. My last poem took me six months, and I’ve got another under construction for a year. This one said something I needed to say, though.  Feedback welcome. 

Apprentices to alchemy
of the soul

Send poison from their lips
to our bones

Once wiser wizards healed hearts
stone to gold

And crushed minds and hearts
they let unfold.

Now see tender spirits
bent to mould

Spirits taken as their own
then sold

For lesser massive missions
of the bold

One marching, silent, aching,
muted moan


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