Chapter 1

Once upon a time,
A cup lay low

Golden with it’s waters cleansed
Such draw to it’s calm looks
And feint glow
An inscription lay
Rotated about its cusp
Holding harsh warnings of a consequence
It fills tongues up with waters everlasting
But once the drinker sips too much
He would have to spit it all out
And it never does finish
So his lips bicker on
Like a tap
On all who warm to him
By night and day