In the dim glow of the tavern’s heart,
Liquid courage begins its part,
A gentle whisper in the night’s embrace,
Guiding souls to a dreamlike place.

Golden rivers in crystal streams,
Awakening laughter, igniting dreams,
With every sip, a story unfolds,
Inhibitions lost, as the night grows bold.

Quiet confessions spill like wine,
In the shadows where secrets twine,
The world spins to a softer tune,
Beneath the watchful, silver moon.

Yet as dawn approaches, tender and bright,
The echoes of revelry fade from sight,
Leaving behind a wistful trace,
Of midnight’s dance in a fleeting embrace.