Alchemy کے بول

"Alchemy" -- Amanda Take all the stars. Take the elements of suns and moons Drawn in chalk to pursue Perfect alchemy. The fire consumes Impurity. Something ordinary can acquire Unpredicted beauty. And white flames will burn clean When two becomes three. There's no exaltation. No purity. No salvation. There is No hope in ashes; Grey and black. When smoke Clears, all that's left is Burned and black. The light of the sun and its virtue Shines through but does not come from within. Therefore do philosophers call their stone, The whole world made of the same Chaos. Speak not of fiction but That which is certain as Truth dies in embers Glowing with false hope.