The Birth of Tragedy

1 Bottled-spirit of sacred séance, 
2 born in soil, bathed in decay,
3 none more beautiful in such a way,
4 as nightly relish fermenting 
5 into Dionysian intent.
6
7 Lovers lie at ends, yet inseparable,
8 they replay games of nightly ritual
9 made habit moons ago,
10 as still dawning room mends
11 from midnight revelry bends.
12
13 Stale mouths kiss again,
14 where dry, stilled spirit hangs,
15 drowning away pains,
16 as midday shots of irreverent bliss
17 down until dark and into drunkenness.

Circa Before Time