In the amber glow of twilight’s embrace,
A liquid symphony begins its gentle waltz,
Whispering secrets of forgotten days,
As shadows stretch and dreams exalt.
The glass, a vessel of both light and dark,
Holds tales of laughter and silent tears,
Where courage blooms and fears embark,
On journeys through the winding years.
The scent of oak and distant shores,
Mingle with echoes of ancient lore,
In every sip, a world explores,
The boundaries of what came before.
Yet in its depths, a mirror lies,
Reflecting truths and veiled disguise,
A dance of shadows in disguise,
Where spirits rise and courage flies.