The Alchemist Poem by Alex Fischer

I. Entering The Void
'As black traces of night tinge the western sky, three travelers, men of Valengrad, emerge from the woodland shadow. Fording the River Pisces, they turn southward, journeying into the dim and sinister lands of the Alchemist.
Even yet the concentration of his dread supremacy can be felt, flagging the body and endangering the heart.
In the end they will evolve into empty, mindless beings; extorted of will and soul, only their craving for freedom can grant them a desire for retribution...'

Darkness engulfs the woodlands
As the raven proclaims the night
Three travelers cross the river
And southward treading on
Road is rimmed with peril
Air ignites with fear
The shadow of his whispers
Weighs like iron tears

II. Oppressing The Shadow
'Extreme darkness surrounds in endless terror supreme. The Alchemist looks o’er with brooding magic eyes. He scans o’er the void and is already alert of the three desperate intruders trapped in his care...'

Thinking on his throne
Spying through the void
Keeping ev’ry being
Hopelessly they stand
Look upon his prisms
Feeling them so near
Bring you to the dungeons
Specters blazed by fear
They fall defeated

III. At The Transmutation Circle
'Enter the Champion.
Prince Rontar appears to wage war for freedom from shackles of long years.
The circle has been erased; the Dark Lands are bright. The Rage of the Alchemist quickly evades into the night.'

Gracefully attacking
Rontar slays his foe
The travel’rs free to go now
From the Hell he held below
The Rage of the Alchemist
Fades into the sky
Another land to christen
With evil blazing eye