THE SONG OF THE DRUNKEN ANGELS
We entered the realm of the dim and started drinking. Mug by mug. Jug by jug. Noises became music to our ears. Mumbles and grumbles turned to laughter. Shadows and silhouttes in the dark whispered news of joy resurrected from the ashes of broken dreams that had shattered only yesterday. We had that night conquered with our full hearts endured. A whole night of reasoning with all senses of reality thrown out the door. Mug by mug. Jug by jug. Before dawn we were only half awaken by the remains of what was left of any more of any sad excuses. Nothing was spared. Only a nano speck for the sake of staying alive, maybe. O yes, we conquered that night and we made it`s darkest dungeon turned to gold. It`s saddest tears to sparkling magic. It`s coldest fears to endless hopes. Mug by mug, jug by jug.
