cinder wraith
The Wine of Mine.
There is wine ,
accompanied by the virgins of much kind.
Adhering not to the lust of wh0r-es,
I refused the scenario of late nights' lore.
The grumpy rums splashed on me,
I happened to bathe in the lake of wine,
accompanied by some maidens' chyme.
I bullied in the trails,
persuaded the nuns in through a difficult plight.
Still I felt like a joke of time,
as the joy I felt were some trades of tides.
The bartenders left ,
I fired the mistresses of all sets.
Unconditioned by the states of a gal,
I left the place at the nightfall .
The drowsy rums shattered on the floor,
I happen to hate the sweet from core.
I felt nothing as the madame passed,
I got irritated and cursed my class.
Fuming the ciggies,
I played with my life.
Admist the fume I saw,
was nothing but a feeling that burnt.
I poured the whisky ,
to celebrate the solitude of the eve.
It was sour but felt sweet,
as there was something broken in me.
Of all the centuries I have lived so far,
never have I known one as her.
Across the streets of Saigon,
there lives a cheerful maiden.
I have something, lost,
or seemingly got myself in a tight spot,
as the feeling I resented has ventured my heart.
With all the crooks of the century ,
I ventured to the lady,
to quench my dream.
I happen to be gentle ,
I approached as beggar who lost kingship in a scandal.
I was warmed to find the lady so kind,
as she accepted the proposal of her kind.
Showing the attributes of my sword,
I promised her the loyalty of guard.
With mirth and laughter we depart,
to the place where we were destined from the start.
--The Dot.
soft finch