In the dim glow of the evening’s embrace,
Lies a promise whispered by the glass,
A comfort found in liquid’s gentle trace,
But peace is fleeting, shadows soon amass.

Each sip, a dance with memories untold,
The warmth disguises, masks the silent plea,
A fleeting friend in stories that unfold,
Yet binds the soul, a prisoner set free.

The night’s allure, a siren’s call so sweet,
Entangles dreams with chains of liquid gold,
Promises broken, beneath the steady beat,
Of hope and love, in darkness left to mold.

Yet in the dawn, a flicker of the light,
A hope that calls through tears of broken glass,
To rise above, to conquer endless night,
And find the strength to let the shadows pass.