Drink from my chalice
Temptation whispers
Feel its silken texture
In the palm of your hand
Come and be a king, he oozes
Dine with the finest metalwork
Drink away your sorrows
From my fountain of passions
Gaze on its intricate carvings
Be transfixed by its glow
Let the sweet smell
Tickle the belly of your desires
But as you put it to your lips
You taste a sharp tang
The bitter sting of poison
And you know that he lied
Part 2- The Wooden Cup- to follow…