The Homunculus

Torch fire and brimstone heaven then rained down her might
Inch by inch, from within, without; she ascended
Into being, breathing ; bathed in an eerie light
Humming energy,cacophony crescended

Distorted features and the body contortions
Backward motions propelling her ever forwards
Crying out the songs of her many misfortunes
Proceeding with gentle preludes, her loud forewords

Creeping on all eight limbs to her master, she stole
While he shakes with fear or denial, grave mistakes
Seven elements made her body, but not soul
Tears in his eyes, as a hardened heart crumbles, breaks

Still bodies buried, her soul sent to the abyss
Like a patchwork chimera, his homunculus


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