Prismatic Chalices

In the depths of the glass, a world of color resides, A dance of light, where shadows softly glide. Three chalices stand, like sentinels of old, Guarding the secrets, of stories yet untold. Their facets glimmer, like jewels in the night, Reflecting the beauty, of a gentle, golden light. The colors swirl, in a mesmerizing display, As if the very essence, of the rainbow's sway. In their depths, we see, the beauty of the earth, A reflection of the wonder, of rebirth. The glasswork whispers, of craftsmanship and art, A testament to the skill, that beats within the heart. These chalices, like vessels, of a bygone age, Invite us to partake, in a ritual, of a mystic stage. To raise them high, is to toast to the divine, To savor the moment, and let the spirit shine.