Demon Drink
what, ho! what ho!
its time to go?
out in the snow?
the chilling glow?
its far too cold!
im not too old
but chill my bones?
i say no!
the tavern is closed!
for cold winds blow!
my need for drink
will surely grow!
my will corrodes!
ill let a groan
a sip of whiskey
to warm my bones!
what ho! what ho!
my only foe!
gave me a show
and now i know!
the demon drink!
leave me alone!
sickness grows!
see you tomorrow!
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2014
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