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.