The Alchemist A small girl Carefully brushed with the necessary qualities Of an almost-human being Ah! They said it couldn't be done, but here she is Perfectly lovely Living Breathing The people never understood him Called his trade a sham But his light can not be diminished He'll only say "Its all a matter of science; the property of an eye for an eye!" He traveled all over His lovely child in tow His gave the poor gold from stone And made the Queen blue flowers It only made the pompous nobles scandalized For they all knew Roses could never be blue So they ran to his room Ready to kill Only to find he already fled A note was left: "An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A soul for a soul. This is the road The Alchemist led." No one knows how he met his end.
