A sudden anemone of wind descends,With susurrations from the stygian caves;The logic of the firmament unbends,And madness foams upon the emerald waves.A gryphon-throng, with beaks of adamant,Shreds the thin veil of the cerulean sky,In screeching chorus, wild and dissonant,The very air begins to petrify.The alchemist, with rod of orichalcum,Commands the tumult of the tempest’s roar;He stands upon the prow, a grim simulacrum,Of gods who walked the earth in days of yore.No salt-spray stings his philosophic brow,For fate is but the furrow of his plow.
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