0213

shapes of evil with shapes of good,
carved into the red hard wood,
blood soaked in with blood of heart,
a symbol of never being apart,
grip of cup to drink of pure,
never a meaning why no cure,
working hard to do nothing more,
a drink a toast began to pour,
symbols of evil pushed in the brain,
to never wash off the blooded stain,
soaked deep into the wooden cracks,
with grip of the sponge cleaning lacks,
squinted eye focus on the words carved,
thoughts of the mind cut and halved,
the wood now weakened with moisture soaked,
as now it is hidden under darkness cloaked,
secrets told only to those who are worth,
but why are there any as we are all on planet Earth.