GOBLET:

From the eternal goblet of life I have daily partaken,

Business dealings made & lost loves forlornly forsaken,

Liquors guzzled, quaffed, gulped, sipped & duly savoured,

While gazing into candle-lit eyes of the special one favoured.

Goblets of glass & pewter, ancient chalices of silver and gold,

Filled with promises, oblivion and dreamy kegged wine old,

Robust rums, meddling old honeyed meads & happy rural beers,

That loosens the tongues of whores, rogues & well versed seers.

Flickering bronzed tonguelets of sconced-cloistered waxen tapers,

Licking wine-whetted lips of ancient & sacred scrolled sepia papers,

As wars, births, deaths, marriages and myriads of dealings signed,

And sealed with blood & sealing-wax, & with gentleman´s word wined.

With the shadowed arsenical deviant whisperings and plottings imbibed,

By the foibled clerics with secrets and crimes to hide, & those inscribed,

Etched forever beneath the grey putrid under-belly of unstoppable time,

Engraved within the ancient stones of Archimedean & architectural wine.

The goblet of life, lifted to eternally parched, cracked & forever waiting lips,

Toasting the making & breaking of deals & reunions with boozy drunken sips,

Quenching our ever unquenchable thirst, we quaff deep of our mash, brew & ale,

And lift our goblets to you Bacchus & the forever elusive unattainable Holy Grail.