Chalice Of Gold

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 13, 2017

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CHALICE OF GOLD

 

This is the chalice of gold

Drank from which the emperors old.

Naught it was but ego, pride and greed

Engulfed into it, from which they never freed.

 

A sip of its poison made the mind fly

Till the rulers got sucked dry.

Strengthened their spirits for a mighty slain

Which they never remembered down the memory lane.

 

This is the chalice of gold

Drank from which the emperors old.

Naught it was valour and martyrdom

Of those who vowed to establish a kingdom.

 

The witty sages prophesised a downfall

Like Rome and Pompeii it was supposed to fall.

A scramble for power was to run wild like a fire

For ages, it has been the utmost desire.

 

This is the chalice of gold

Drank from which the emperors old.

Its precious jewels were the highlight of a royal dine

Now, the tombs of those kings became its holy shrine.

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