Beatific Holder Of The Chalice

Torrid welts of angst riddled passion
Cause thickening orchestrations of brutality
Scarring the Angels hymns of adoration.
My rent heart stained of abandonment
Victim of another’s mutilating avarice
If salvation sings, I am deaf.

Quest of life, all mortal pursuit
Unable to herald forth to existence
Solemn, the rapt purity of poetic vision.
Desires daily supplication, flawless verse
Neither oath nor prayer nor divine sacrifice
Portends what I scream- Hear Me!

North Star, first star in brilliance glowing
A promise from the lady of justice to swing
In the specter of all even-ing.
From the scale of sorrow toward tipping
A reverse of the weight to unsettle it
A gift of harmonies stabilizing.

Leading the beatific holder of the chalice
Containing the nectar of my longing
Elysium, my perpetual dream.
In the fervor, love, my auspicious ode
Sweet denizen of this bounty
Avid seeker, finality-Find Me!

Traditional fables fall flavorless
Humanities condition of ethereal myth
Stings in the heart that is loveless.
If arrivals wish is all so immanent
Become Venus, the fiery lust, atmosphere
Held within a mortals soul I can mirror.