Holy Grail

There are odes I must stare down,
Rainfall where these saviors drown.
How they reach as the waters fall
With deeds judgment will recall,
Their haloes of steel with thorns bite
As they are denied the gift of light.

There are odes to the nightmare,
In the fiend’s flesh that I must wear,
Blending into horror I cannot escape
Praying the foulness believes this shape.

When a new horizon's prisms ride
A Holy Grail graces my side
But my fingers seek the claim
And find only a forbidden flame.

When my fingers that sacred cup take
A newborn, sinister, shall wake
Tears—merely tears and woe
From that cup doth overflow
And the bones yet bleaching behind my eyes
Build a Christ who withers and dies.

All along or never
Was Heaven truly blue
Reaching to high thrones forever
Or has my dream come true?
Has it locked me to tremulous night
A tomb of aimless, demonic flight?