Statue

Statue

 

One night the house of the alchemist

Burns to the ground and he disappears

 

Only I know about the secret basement

I sneak to the still smoking ruins

Uncover the trap door and go down

 

There’s a brass statue of

A woman in the corner

 

I wrap it in rugs

And have the carter

Haul it to my place

 

Knowing

She will soon come to life

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