I have a friend who is an alchemist

His name in grace was Alatar Clovis

Peddled potent potions and elixirs

For thieves, knights and peasants

Mortals who wish for reigns eternal

But alas Clovis himself knew that

His life and legacy will never last

For a curse was made, death was cast

From a witch who was once his lover;

'At last my love don't cower,

At last we'll be together.'