A bottle of whiskey
In her chamber of deceit she glow
Demure in her red crystal ball
She smells of berry and pines as she empty her
Majestically she sat, waiting for her victim
A toast and another after another
She draws her victim until there was no return
He becomes lost into a world of his world
Where he's king and she his queen
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She called herself the whiskey
In her world soberness never lives
It takes only a sip to slip
And may never find your foot to stand
She had made the wise foolish
The strong weak
Yet a comfort for those who mourn
And a mocker for those she conquer
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Powerful, loved the imagery you use .Especially the contrast between her magisterial demeanor and the destrcution she brings. It hit me as I have a friend currently in the hospital due to liver cirrhosis.
This is sad. I hope he stop consuming it when he get well. The addiction is what makes it worse
She is powerful, I could say the queen of ashes.
I've meet her, she is the one what whisper at us at night while we sleep
Really?