A Drunken Stalemate -

As I sat alone

My low, rose eyes scoured the tavern

In that mass of riffraff

Maybe I’d find an outcast that had whipped the chance I pined

A darkness flowed beside me

It smelled of rain and low tide

Curious, I queried for a dance

Them' types of mirrors?

They show things they don’t mean to

How she would cough the cue

The music blared, we swirled and dipped

I draped a mask and swaggered like I’d been a mess

My breath was foul with ale and smoke and fumes

This drunken stalemate had locked me where I stood

And as she blathered horns of nonsense

Not soon enough, she burnished my covet prize

And like a fool, I set out into the storm

And like a fool, pursued