Magic Potion, Spirits
..
In the bottle are:
Limbo fire,
the brightness of the rays,
the flame of hell ...
Mixed in alchemy
in celestial liquids ...!
Burning when it enters,
palatable then
pleasing after ...
Finally the magic
happens ... it seems
party...
The perception changes.
awareness springs,
audacity is sharpened.
fearlessness arises ...
Few manage how to measure
the powerful magic ...
The powerful instrument,
badly used, drown ...
drunk ... dizziness
euphoria ... enough
the fearlessness!
Some fall dead.
others simply
mad...!
PS suggested Song
https://youtu.be/8eOIU9ekSMk
the Dubliners whiskey in the jar
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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