[The Unlucky Game Master]

Arc 7.3

"With vacant, pensive, thoughts, madness seeps."

In drunken revelry, I watch, blurry eyed, grey eyes.

A sigh escapes.

In fine wine, he drinks, obscured, by steam.

To work, or revolt, echo the street.

Silenced, by calvary.

Truth, they swear, on dying breaths.

Treacherous lay hidden, reduced, to empty hulls, of make-bates.

Unwillingness, stifles, suffocatingly.

Music played, many blissfully ignorant, women giggling, a distance away.

I watched satirically, feigning a smile, waiting.

Unintentionally, I roamed, to watch a corner, in tanglement.

With a dull, bland, smile, he twined them.

The wine swirls, with a twist, of his wrist, untouched.

Stumbling, the guests, show tipsiness, uninhibited, with seldom, a speck of dignity.

An uneasiness, gnaws, irregularly, as stillness prevails.

Drinks, fill the stomach, unquenched.

Slamming his back, grey eyes watch him, as hair falls, down the sides.

Hinderingly, I release.

Drinks, sing, a merry tune, refusing the inevitability.

cheers!, to the man, with no fears, shackled and chained, carried away.

Grey, eternally haunts, awake, or asleep.

Drinking, with, merry, together.

The man takes a sip.

He watches, with, relish, on his lips.

In joy, fear disappears.

Alas dreams, never last.

Pain, shatters, the, elusivity.

The withered bloom, blossoms, in it's final breath.