Take a sip of something sweet
Something soothing, something neat,
Roll the tongue around the taste
Take some time, there’s little haste,
Quaffle at the upper throat
And roll the eyes to quench the gloat…
For you are of the chosen few
Who’ve supped forbidden Angel’s dew
To touch the best a life entails
In tasting Heaven’s holy grail.



Marshalg
In Gothic Towers
17 July 2021

© 2012 Marshal Gebbie