All that Glitters

[sral]

The elixir bubbled quickly under the notch of his nose
turning copper to gold — the alchemical Philosophers Stone.
He watched as the process of transmutation began
while radioactive base metal elements changed in his hands.
It’s layers were transformed from one state right to another
as light filled the underground laboratory with a vibrance of colour.
“I’ve finally done it!” the thaumaturgists smile creeped in slowly
before it beamed as golden as the aureate that he was holding.
The seer then strokes his beard a moment, running his fingers
through hair as full and as rich as he hopes his discovery brings him.
The lone nugget he tinctured saw his experiment pay for itself
but a bullion of riches could provide him with generational wealth!