Aligned on this table
a wooden,metal and golden goblet
one empty,another half filled,the last full
a choice is given
to drink from only one
and let your lips savor it by fate
for none a good hand is shown to you
but make haste for time is ill given
for a carriage bides outside,
unchained,in the cold night
the horses are restless,the ground quake beneath
a terse awakening of dust from earth
only to reveal dead veins of drought
the rider is still,
unmoving,unmasked,
his cold breath pierces the callous mist
he awaits you.
So now the choice is yours to make
to hail the dawn or curse the dusk
to dance within darken skies
or to break the veil of a night with laughter
only one path can be taken
only one choice to be made
pour it down your parched throat
let it clear a way into your bowels
it shall take its course.
life
or
death
