The Fall of The Chalice....The loss of his bride....An Ode

I have lost the battle to seek thee unseeable

Only to find my beloved drenched in blood the color of all the roses of the garden

To find Eden in blood just to speak thee unspeakable

Youth lay dead; scripture unreadable

I found I was crying alone in his garden and that God doth not pardon

That secrets and kisses and fuck out of unknown love seeable.