Trinity
The pedestal held the grail up high
From the cusp of the golden sea
A metal sheath hid her treasure from the sky
Amid that forest without a tree
The hands that wrought the grail coldly quavered
As they anchored their vessel upon the sands
But the vesicle’s burning soul neither wavered
Nor spoke truth of its makers’ dread commands
Ground zero, go nine-two
The hand struck to ten
Tick by tick it slowly flew
To reforge the world again
The third moment ponderously froze
As the dunes all held their warming breath
At two, all the makers’ eyes shut close
To hail the coming of the shadow of death
One and the world unknowingly saw
As nil came, and infinity followed
The grail felt the touch of maker’s claw
The maker into the cauldron’s depths was swallowed
The grail spilt holy waters upon the land
And anointed its surface as the first accursed
A fungal cloud grew from the garden of sand
And from silver sheath did golden light thus burst
The brumous air was set ablaze
As bright inferno seared the darkest mass
The chalice waters began to glaze
Those ancient sands with ebon glass
At last the cleansing flames receded
As the makers cheered and stood blinded in awe
The ash and dust ephemerally retreated
But the peril below, none truly saw
Thus were many of those chalices forged
To find light amongst a black crucible of fears
As scores of gardens were in darkness gorged
Upon the dying droplets of the grail’s holy tears
But buried beneath those primordial sands
Lays the first chalice still, under wooden beams
Made once only by forgotten makers’ hands
It will stay to remind them, to outlive their dreams
Copyright © Kevin Lu | Year Posted 2020
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