A blade, so smooth, sharp,
Carves an intricate web of depth’s darknessness.
Whittling a bond of perfection, it wraps
A metallic snare of deceitfulness.

A glance, so swift, sure,
Drenches the chalice with Hope’s emptiness.
Pouring in thick red, it meets
A chilling mirror of silver.
Solidifying, marks a timeless gash of trust
Where upon subliming, Nothingness
Reflects for eternity upon silver’s surface.