The Chalice of the Night
Inside the liquid of the chalice, I see
a swirling liquid the color red be.
And as I hold it in my hand
there is an image grand.
It's of those moments in time
where my actions have not been divine.
And as the scenes of my life unfold,
a dread caught my mind in a choke hold.
It was not merciful, and it did not care,
some scenes of my life I should not share.
Then from the chalice emerged an evil spirit
and told me my past I should grin and bear it.
And from that moment there was no escape,
looking up I screamed “dang my fate.”
So here is my advice I give to you,
the chalice of the night will screw you through and through.
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