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Elixir

At the Master’s demise,

Disciples, so desperate for initiation;

Grinding bones into powder;

Partaking through tincture and wine.

And The Old Man, reborn in the Aether,

Calling out from across the Dreamscape,

“Have I taught you nothing?”

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Published: Nov 28, 2010
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