with meticulous care
i drew the shapes
with chalk, pure white
leaving dusty trails
your elegant and complex writings
satisfyingly connect
when complete
you make
or exchange
such a small price
to draw you
but such a large return
and i gave that all up
--
you went against the rules, my dear
and what have you gained from it?
you will not draw me anymore
your hands, the circle
your center of power
no
no
no!
it should be me
you are not
a proper alchemist
anymore, dear
A/N: I do not own (crawls toward corner in tears). Review?
