Chalice of Night Ceremony
Resting inside a brass cauldron of craven curiosity
Lay a horror unexpected to anyone who peered,
A chalice of old silver containing a rotting hand
Surrounded by gold coins and ivory contraband
Stashed purloined treasure of one who steered,
An evil buccaneer known for murderous ferocity.
They who dared look fell victim to similar atrocity
Parts of their bodies protected more stolen loot,
When they no longer were trusted with treasures
Be it small tokens of bronze or gold measures,
More than one was peg-legged, missing hand or foot
There was no escaping this tyrannical monstrosity.
Dreaded they the feared Chalice of Night Ceremony,
Praying that parts of their body are not forfeited
For some minor infraction they had committed
Which no longer could be rationally defended,
And no paid substitute be willingly counterfeited
Though many a pirate pleaded a godly testimony.
Submitted to "Second Chance" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
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written January 19, 2022
especially for "Chalice of the Night" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chatelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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