In the quiet depths of night, where shadows dance, There lies a cup, filled with a mystic trance. Its vessel gleams with hues of gold and strife, A chalice brimming with the essence of life.
In the quiet depths of night, where shadows dance, There lies a cup, filled with a mystic trance. Its vessel gleams with hues of gold and strife, A chalice brimming with the essence of life.