Deep into the dark cup the Artist gazes.
The honeyed liquid filling the cup has aged poor. Left exposed too long, the divine sweetness of the taste could fall devilishly sour. 393 more words
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Now I have warned thee of thy vain glory and of thy pride, that thou hast many times erred against thy Maker. Beware of everlasting pain, for of all earthly knights I have most pity of thee, for I know well thou hast not thy peer on any earthy sinful man.