Evening As It Were

A chalice rests on the Table
Overlain with cracked and frosted glass
And glazed with tears that fell long ago
Brimming with an overlay as rancid as death
Cursing the blind as thunderclouds cackle
Obsequious blackness gilding a night sky
Laden with screams of torment and anguish
From a lifetime ago the blood still is red
Boiling over as it bleeds forth

Woven glass makes the chalice of fear
Cracking with pressure as there is no release
Spider-web imitations adorn a cup
That no set of lips will ever touch
Chilling to the bone as the blood raptures
Tearing the skin from the inside out
Like a Halfling fighting for its' own life
As the skin tears open
And the capillaries can't take the strain
A mosaic of torment on pallid skin dead

Where the moonlight can't shine
And the sunlight wouldn't dare come near
The hopes stolen alight in a beauty regime
Lantern-light guiding the unaware
On a path litteréd with thorns and debris
Falling from the stars fearful for their lives
Covert insanity holding them dear
Lace entwined with the dreams stealth denied

Sallow clouds lazily drift across the open sky
Pealing wolf-cries howling in misunderstanding
Not allowing the poison-drenched grass-blades
To stand in their way, hinder their path
Purity challenging cruelty
With sword pitted again fangs
And we all know who fell

Grim demons alit as they hang form the branches
Not fearing the earth coming closer below
Nor the sky pressing forward in an attempt
To conquer
Blushing lavender to violent
Winds grazing the skin of corpes' remaining
The chalice, the grail, glinting devoid of light
Spilling over the graceless tears coat again
A table of forgotten dreams replaced
By fears newly granted by shadows painting lies
Vicious ones that swirl in dark clouds unbidden

Lovely are the bruises adorning the blood-laced knives
Killing slowly the hope that lies in wait
Hapless and hurting, the beauty long turned sour
Arid lying blacken the defenseless skyline
Hinting to the fate that befell the predecessors
Acrid remnants slide along
Guided by brokenness no one else can see

The chalice gleams a place between gold and silver
Cracking, and breaking
But never releasing.