The Sandblasted Chalice of Gatorbeug
"For twenty winters, through the ash and cold, I sought a prize more precious far than gold— The perfect cone piece for my water pipe, To burn the sacred, green, and resinous ripe. That glass reigns king, unmatched in purity, Was sacred lore long since revealed to me By elder Greg, a wizard of the flame, Who held ten winters more unto his name. Yet this new metal vessel brought my shore, And conquered all that vexed my soul before; Fourteen millimeters of flawless grace, It ended all my wandering in the chase. Oh, mystic makers, praise be to your art, You healed the longing of a weary heart. The quest is done, the phantom prize is won, The grandest chalice underneath the sun! Loved it so much, thankyou I've been searching for something like this for a long time. Kind regards Evan Mcfarlane"