A poem for  bethychan's character Calli (who is copyright her). She is awesome so go check her out if you haven't! Hope you like it!

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Growing Stone

My arts will save the world one day,
And finally the paltry tricks
And wizard plays will learn their place.
Though now I am but on my own,
A lonely alchemist of yore
Awakened from a rocky circle
Reared by druids long ago.

In this abandoned place I dwell
Unacknowledged, unrenowned,
Unappreciated still,
Though every day my work I sell
To those who need its potency,
Not satisfied by mage’s spells.

Thou might think’st that alchemy
Belongs among forgotten arts
And libraries
That never see the light of day
For some strange man to chortle over
As he near’st his dying day,
But when I work I find delight,
A strange and flick’ring sense of life
That leads me in these brutal days
Of loneliness and doubt.

Some say I love my work too much,
Accuse me of misusing it,
And though I use the ones I need,
Never frivolous am I.
Like every druid, I am chaste,
And live to influence for good.
A shelter for their darkest days,
I heal the broken with my work,
To tighter guard their greatest treasure
The secret sacred breath of life.

My work will save the world one day,
At least the world I see and feel.
Perhaps the world of some small child,
And piece by piece, and world by world,
I’ll take my works and take my time
And show them all my truer self
That one might also show to me
That what I do is something good
And share my purpose all through life,
For in my purpose I am whole.