This is your color-catcher machine

It is a secret balm made from coal

And the fleece of new-born lambs

 

A Sensitizer must drink dye of odd

Shade and couple with mushrooms

At night;  their Moon is the enemy.

 

Your three silver daughters will be

Named Cyan, Magenta, and Yellow

Feed them only Carbon and Gums

 

You will apprentice here for 7 years,

And found worthy, become a Halide.

Perhaps – we will see what develops.

 

Light a candle on your way down the

Stone steps, the tower’s rail is flimsy

Return in 3 days;   don’t be negative.

 

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