This Chalice
A golden ornate cup once full
a mystical reservoir filled
now half-emptied of love and emotions,
as if the night would be emptied
of moon glow and starlight;
sipping in and savoring, bitter delight
in the last few remaining drops
of inner peace and tranquility,
harbinger of melancholia time
bewitching poetry of sage and antiquity;
inebriation, intoxication, imbibed tippler,
the maudlin sour darkness of sleep
rest and forgetfulness of the forlorn soul
the old soul, the soothsayer extraordinaire,
a primitive, ecclesiastical realist;
give me rest, satisfy my thirst
quench my fears and anxieties
in restful sleep and dreamscape
awaiting escape, release, freedom
through this chalice of night.
1/18/22 The Chalice of Night
contest sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
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