Ink

1592, England

Oh, poisonous salvation!
Delight to mine eye,
Indulgence, ever so sweet,
Pigment of prosperity,
Amplifier of splendour,
Sovereign to my quill and parchment.

But a vague fabrication,
Motif of uncertainty,
Alas, an invitation of impending doom,
Modest lure,
Distinct temptation,
A dry flow drop by everlasting drop,
Plummeting down to an eager essence, 
Swallowed with sacrifice,
Forever, solvent so pure,
Laid down to rest,
Like to the vile serpent I speak,
Solemn hiss of regret.

Although deadly at bay,
No realization carries away.

The End

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