The Drink of Fools

Darkness Drowning in that lie That liquid that betrays Color of the amber sun Whispered to be the Gods drink Too potent for mortal blood Consumed by Spartan Violence Shattering glass Wallowing in misery Darkness Control was never grasped Only an illusion of the polluted mind No oracle would praise or promise drink Until the end of the days Consumed by that image Wavering before bloodshot eyes Hephaestus slamming his hammer Into the sides of a mortals cranium Bleary judgement Bruised knuckles on a hand The amber lies of the God's entertainment One sip that brings instead of light Sweet darkness