The drunken rose is a fantastic flower,
its sweet, seductive scent and graceful powers
when crushed into drink not found in taverns
and consumed with delight, everything ceases to matter.

They’re not the icy blue everyone thinks of,
Those Angel Eyes, not the fierce and ageless
Burst of energy that’s the source of all creation.
They’re more than that, all encompassing, they
Capture the very essence of being, the essence of
God.

This is a warning you’re almost out of time,
In the meantime, listen to this lullaby. Your
Death is coming, there’s nothing you can do,
You’ve had your ten years and I see you’ve made
It do.