he watched as the sun set
on his daytime nightmare
the air was saturated wet
the frost clung to his hair
he looked at him for conformation
for the journey they were about to take
in this dire situation
a crucial decision he had to make
to travel to the holy land
in search of the philosophers stone
just to hold her in his hands
his sins, he will atone
he journeyed far and wide
for the secret to the power
and came back from the divide
upon the midnight hour
he knew what he had to do
to obtain just what he seeked
he slashed the villages throat
and drew mystic circles with their blood
the stone he did obtain that day
was wrote in stone and mud
he defied the laws of god and nature
in a single rash attempt
but the laws of god are tall in stature
his friend was gone, him full of contempt
before him was a mound of flesh
devoid of human soul
he lay there in his filth and blood
contemplating the just of god
plain English story (so this poem makes ):
a man lost his wife to a deadly and uncurable disease, leaving him a broken and depressed man. He hears grand tales of a man long ago who was able to create a philosophers stone by using alchemy, and bring back the dead. So with nothing left to lose he and his faithful dog set out to find or create his own philosophers stone in hopes t bring back his wife. After a few years of searching he comes back to the village a very changed man who looks like he has seen the worst humanity has to offer. He sacrifices everyone in his village in order to create the philosophers stone. But when he tries to bring back his dead wife, he succeeds to an extent but with a deep price. He lost his dog, his limbs, and everyone he ever loved, and only succeed in bringing back a mound of flesh without the soul of his wife. He then realizes that only god is able to interfere with life or death, and dies in a pool of his own blood.