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Last Libation

From the same chalice,  
we drink to our heart’s full—  
the elixir that takes,  
though we may not rise with the sun.  

It has the taste of almonds, of grapes.  
Let it burn down our throats,  
let our shadows stretch long in the dusk,  
whispering secrets only we can dare speak.  

We toast not to victory,  
but to souls almost forgot—  
to dreams, vast, beautiful,  
yet never to be.  

If this be the last—well, it is.  
Let it be bold, let it be deep.  
To the wine that blooms  
as it withers the vein.  
To love, to loss,  
to promises we keep,  
to the drink that takes,  
yet leads to the lord.