Take up the dark, dark cup,
Wine purpled, swelled with tears,
Bitter with haunted fear
The burden of the years.
Drink it, drink down the dregs
With sword-sharp shuddering,
Pain that congeals like ice
Screams through our muttering.
Pain? Yes like drinking thorns
Cruelly to lacerate,
One part our nightmare fears
One part is rage and hate.
One part the jealous soul,
Whipped by another’s joy,
One part the monstrous lies
That steal, kill and destroy.
Yes you must drink it down
In its entirety
Courage, and faith made bold
Name its mortality.
Here is compassion born
Here love is made complete
When death is swallowed up
There is no more defeat
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