Broken
The chalice was shattered
Once filled with a red liquid
Blood
A pattern of spiderwebs cascading
Across the stem to its cup
Sitting high upon a throne of
Black marble
The chalice cracked
Bloods seeped onto the
Pristine throne
Tainting it
And then it shattered
Glass tinkling to the floor
In thousands of tiny shards
Only the stem was left
Defiant
Solid
Alone
The body the chalice resides within
Slowly dies
Battered and bruised
Used and unloved
For a time the body can be left
Hollow
The spirit entwined with the
Chalice
Needing time to heal
To reconstruct its shattered
Innocence
Of one who is too strong to be
Brought down by those around her
Stubborn
Snarly
Magnificent
Witch