The Chalice

Polished gold, the chalice.
Its sturdy composition and novelty.

Drink up, this is a celebration.
When the time is right, bring out the chalice.

The chalice of a child’s innocence.
Less of a malice, grants life to the world.

Its serenade and undying beauty.
Puts everyone in the room teary.

Oh thou, a female. With your femininity.
One kind of a kind, your sublimity.

The Ahs and the praises coming
Simultaneously from one mouth to the other.

Their expressions, you cannot tell anymore.
If it was a Lie, then they’d be lying to themselves.

No beauty is against the chalice.
No beauty is competent to the chalice.

When it is over and everyone is gone.
The chalice is back to its place.

Its owner that took the form of a man.
Placing the chalice delicately on a rack.

Thank you, good work, and you shall rest.
When the time is right, bring out the chalice once again.

-2014

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