I am Doctor Eisenbarth – I heal the soul, but break the heart
In light’s faint glow, both near and far,
hides healing where the endings are.
Three elixirs, wisely bound,
reveal the truth that must be found.
The third one whispers: “Rest and night,”
and brings what long brings pain to light.
The first one burns with heated flame,
the second cools and soothes the same.
Select the three elixirs in the correct order…
⚗️ The Doctor’s voice echoes through the dark …
I am the Doctor Eisenbarth, from ancient times I came,
my name resounds from north to south, in darkness and in pain.
Within my practice, deep and cold, where restless shadows play,
the souls lament their silent grief, where night outshines the day.
I heal their wounds, yet every cure extracts a deeper price,
for what I do has darker roots — a heart that once turned ice.
With sharpened knives and potions deep I draw both pain and breath,
though many say what I perform walks hand in hand with death.
So listen, you who dare to cross these heavy, haunted halls,
not every brew that offers peace will answer when it calls.
The shadows that in moonlight move on ancient paths of lore,
they know each corner of this realm where time exists no more.
Step forth and tremble not at all that here awaits your sight,
for knowledge weaves in shadow’s veil the deepest heart of night.
But mark my words — the brave who tread within this spectral dome,
not every soul that enters here shall ever journey home.
I am the Doctor Eisenbarth, let my words suffice to tell,
I cross the line ’twixt life and death, where few return as well.
Come near to me, keep reason clear, hold fast your mortal skin,
for what you seek within my art brings light from dark — yet deep within.
Take heed, good folk, and well beware, my name resounds through time,
through secret arts and ancient lore beyond both space and rhyme.
And those who seek my counsel here, or hope to heal their scar,
be ready for the unforeseen — within the halls of Eisenbarth.
