Alchemy of Suffering

Alchemy of Suffering

Nature, one man lend you fire,

Another dulls you with his grief.

What says to one: Here is the grave,

Says to the other: Glory, Life!

Hermes, my unknown helper whom

I always fear, you now enlist

Me as a second Midas here,

The saddest of all alchemist.

Gold becomes iron through your spell

And paradise a living hell:

In heavy sheets of cloud I see

The shrouded corpse of all I love,

And on celestial shores above

I build immense sarcophagi.