In the amber glow, a story unfolds,
Where shadows dance and whispers hold,
A liquid symphony in a crystal dome,
Calling to the wanderer, far from home.

With each sip, a memory unfurls,
A dance of dreams, a swirl of worlds,
In the quiet night, where secrets lie,
A toast to the fleeting, beneath the sky.

Yet in its depths, both balm and bane,
A gentle friend, or a storm of pain,
The line is blurred, the choice is thin,
Between the solace and the sin.

So raise your glass, to joy or sorrow,
For every night leads to tomorrow,
In the heart of the amber glow,
Lies the tale only the heart can know.