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This Chalice of Night

It beckons, this chalice of night, brooding beneath the limpid film of gossamer and stolen light. It preys, this chalice of night, on satiations longing need to quaff, to quench, a darkened seed. It’s curse, this chalice of night, it’s emptiness a lunar arc that starts and ends as fluid dark. It holds, this chalice of night, a taste of sanguine revelry’s moonlit curse of devilry. ©1/20/2022 The Chalice of Night Poetry Contest

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Date: 1/25/2022 2:07:00 AM
This is gorgeously done. "a taste of sanguine revelry’s" - I have to look up the word sanguine now. I have seen it before, but I have never before wanted to see what it means.
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Date: 1/20/2022 7:19:00 PM
John, your poem is beautifully penned, best of luck ~
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Date: 1/20/2022 3:35:00 PM
great write John...wonderful flow and fabulous content :)
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