When a newborn takes its first breathe,
It's cup forms,
Fills with the liquid of death,
Pure black.
As the newborn grows,
takes risks in its life,
It's soul sips from the Goblet filled with Deaths' Poison.
As the final sip has been sipped,
The newborn,
Now old,
Dies.
As the dead see what it's soul sees,
It sees it's Goblet,
Empty....
