Chalice of the Wretched

Chalice of the Wretched

Crimson roots through hollow graves,
Veins that twist where sorrow raves,
Eyes that weep through ash and grime,
Dreams that rot through fractured time.

Bones like thorns in tangled flesh,
Bleeding dusk through twilight’s mesh,
Hands that claw through cursed remains,
Binding fate in rusted chains.

Drink the poison, sip the blight,
From the chalice stained with night,
Drown the soul where shadows creep,
Lay me low in cursed sleep.

Blighted flowers choke the dawn,
Wretched roots that drag me on,
Eyes that burn through rotten graves,
Singing death where darkness paves.

Dreams that spill from hollowed eyes,
Blood that pools where daylight dies,
Hands that weave through tangled sins,
Rotting slow where plague begins.

Drink the poison, sip the blight,
From the chalice stained with night,
Drown the soul where shadows creep,
Lay me low in cursed sleep.

Veil of rot that shrouds the breath,
Lungs that fill with dust and death,
Bones that hum through dirt and mire,
Ash that feeds the funeral pyre.

Graven words through poisoned ground,
Ghosts that chant without a sound,
Raise the chalice, drink it dry,
Cursed to dream and never die.