The Safari

The golden dust, the scent of coming rain, The rising sun on the vast and open plain. A canvas painted in ochre, green, and gold, A story ancient, and so bravely told. The engine hums, a low and patient sound, As the jeep goes searching for hallowed ground. A silhouette of giraffes, tall and serene, A living image on a wild and endless scene The mighty lions, a sun-soaked tawny pride, Hidden in the grasses where their instincts guide. A leopard's shadow, elusive and so rare, Sliding through the thicket with a quiet, watchful stare. The trumpeting echo of the elephant's call, As families wander, moving free and tall. A wildebeest stampede, a blur of motion swift, A thundering promise, a primal, moving gift. And when the twilight paints the sky anew, With fiery hues of crimson and deep blue, The campfire crackles, a low and steady glow, With jackals barking in the dark, and stars that grow. The stillness settles, vast, deep and wide, The wildness stirring, with nowhere left to hi...

Poison Chalice

The chalice gleams in candlelight,

a promise held in polished gold.

Its lip is carved with delicate grace,

a secret story to be told.


The brew within is dark and deep,

a velvet shade, a liquid dream.

It whispers of a sweet relief,

a taste of things that only seem.


But in its depths, a shadow lies,

a bitter truth, a final cost.

For every sip, a piece is paid,

a precious part of what was lost.


And all who raise it to their lips,

in thirst for power, or for grace,

will find the sweetness turning sharp,

the serpent's sting, the bitter chase.

So let it stand, a silent test,

a lesson carved in metal's face.

That what is beautiful on the outside

can poison all it can embrace.


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