The Goblet of Blood

by Erin Miller
(Oakdale, NY, USA)

The sight of blood
One thing that remains constant through all change
The taste of blood upon the lips
And the ever growing thirst for serenity through despair
Come to me in this darkened hour
Take my power
The power to control I can give you
But it’s doubtful you’ll use it right
My beasts of burden and drops of blood upon me
I drink from my goblet wondering how to go about things
In reminiscence I walk on
Never knowing the sun
But my intent is all that matters
As I drive home to the very powers of my being
I seek through the tempting night
No ravens but other beasts
Reborn and to do the right thing
Even with the little time I have left upon this earth