Toxicity of evil, served in a rusted goblet,
a chalice decorated with bug carcasses,
that are called jewels.
Sugars, coloring, and soothing words,
say, “Drink, drink, drink!”
Evil, though often denied, is never,
Behind the heavy velvet curtain,
evil minds marinate in a cauldron
of putrid rot.
A voice takes the stage that tells
tales of light, and banter,
yet the floorboards,
are bloated with black, mossy,
Why not consider,
serving another human,
a glass of encouragement,
a clear clean glass,
filtered mountain water,
for pure unencumbered love,
is life’s only elixir.
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert