Sulfur - Miracle

A liquid form

Encased in gold

Inside a rock upon the cliff

Facing the echoing caves

The guard’s a witch

Deservishing round a black square

Bored of the air

The taste of green

The scent of sulfur

Alone I made a door to whitch I found no key

Alone I made a key to whitch I found no door

The liquid form

Encased in gold

Inside a rock upon the cliff

Facing the echoing caves

The guard’s a witch

Deservishing round a black square

Bored of the air

The taste of green

The scent of sulfur

Alone I made a door to whitch I found no key

Alone I made a key to whitch I found no door