The Passing of the Cup
Many eons ago in a distant far-off place, known to the modern-day tongue as the heavenly realm, dwelt a republic of numinous noblemen and women of priestly, knightly, and kingly appellations. The splendor of this ethereal sphere is one only those who dwelt therein could perceive in totality its rich and lustrous nature. Within this realm much feasting, peace, and harmony abided, for there was an overabundance of plenty. The mornings were spent in solitude, as all were sublimely whole and content within themselves. The afternoons were spent round table feasting together as one people, for none hungered to snare the other. The evenings were filled with much dancing, singing, and jubilee as a people united under the blaze of good will and kinship; and the nights, oh the nights, they were filled with a deep divine sovereign pleasure that burned throughout the eventide and smoldered to ash at daybreak. The incongruous beauty of this range possessed an everlastingness that extended to the width and depth of its range, which seemed to all endless.