The Blood-Filled Chalice

The last drop falls

From the broken chalice

All the blood and anguish

Spilt upon the rocks

Into the sea

The birth of silent poison

And when the wretch’d man stoops

To rid his eternal thirst

He tastes not the salt and sea

But the blood shed

Of his own fiends

And friends

And flesh

And when he is betrayed

And robbed of his watery salvation

His own blood spilled

And filled

Into a great golden goblet

And tipped

And dripped

From the broken chalice

All the blood and anguish

Spilt upon the rocks

Into the sea

Awaiting the next poor soul

To drink its sadistic poison

Remember, man,

The broken shall remain broken

So long as the chalice

The bloody chalice

Remains filled