In the amber glow of evening’s end,
Where whispers dance on crystal rims,
A liquid solace, a fleeting friend,
Draws one into its shadowed hymns.

Beneath the surface, a silent plea,
Drowned in echoes of laughter lost,
A heart imprisoned, seeking to be free,
Pays the toll, no matter the cost.

Dreams dissolve in the swirling mist,
As promises break on the morning’s shore,
The soul, a captive, bound by the twist,
Of spirits that haunt forevermore.

Yet in the dawn, a hope anew,
To rise above the shattered glass,
To find the strength, to bid adieu,
And leave behind the night’s dark past.