Never allow it
To slip from your fingers
In glistening shards
Passing, in shades
Of sultry red

Never allow the cry
Of liquid strength
To ascend and plume
In spires of black

Treasure
Its nourishing flow
Down, to the thankful caverns
To stall, your stride in rage

Never allow
Its thunderous
And jagged farewell
To leave the demons
Dwindled and parched

In their timeless
Shackles of quiet
Yet scheming disdain