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?