Chalice of Malice

Made from malice, 
a blood-thirsty chalice 
awaits a fated fool.
Tainted by the tormented metal
of an over-zealous tool.

Cruel was the creation,
designed to drown ones mind.
A deadly drink of devastion
left victims swimming blind.

Behind the eye, a clotted vein
palpitates in pain.
Swelling wells within the cells
as blood clots in the brain.

The strain to drain away decay,
delays a painful death.
As sinking sockets pierce the pockets
of lungs gasping for breath.

The depth of damage, cannot be managed
by any means of cure.
So leave your lips, far from one sip
of the goblets golden lure.

Carey Milton