The body grows weak
Doom slowly overcomes
The mind start to fade,
To the shadow it succumbs
The mind loses control,
So insanity can reign
The weak body shivers
In a way inhumane
The cool drink from the goblet
Made from gold and ruby fire
The fickle sweet liquid
Formed by draconian desire
The magical life floes free
A mighty river un-dammed
The immortal’s great curse;
On him death’s door slammed
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