In the amber glow of twilight’s embrace,
The bottle’s song of solace begins to trace,
A pathway through the labyrinth of mind,
Where sorrows and joys are blurred and entwined.

Each sip a promise of fleeting relief,
A dance on the edge of joy and grief,
The liquid courage to face the night,
And drown the echoes of inner fright.

The glass, a mirror of stories untold,
Reflections of youth and dreams grown old,
In the haze of the night, a silent plea,
For moments of clarity, wild and free.

As dawn approaches with its sober light,
The night’s elixir fades into the sight,
Of a new day, with promises to keep,
And the whispers of the night, now put to sleep.