Night

In shiny armor knights of old, Only quests for the brave and bold, Famed Holy Grail chalice to hold. But my heavy chalice isn’t gold, Mine is night black and filled with cold, About death is my story told, A memory covered in mold. Not expected plain death, you see, When older age exacts a fee, Known illness, not surprisingly. That night was never planned, by me. Unexpected, this was to be Black night, black car, walking was she, Killing her, instantaneously. Still awake with thoughts of the dead, My black cup overfilled with dread, Remembering every word she said Since shining day when we were wed. Quest for peace now my daily bread, Weariness drops my heavy head, My chalice of the night, from A to Zed. January 24, 2022 Contest: The Chalice of Night Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke .