-- Buried in a Bottle --
(G39)

I smell with 1 nose, an Ancient Black Rose
A memory lingering, briefly exposed.

I see with eyes, through Shadows and lies
It's secret revealing, wrapped in disguise

I hear with my ears, 3 falling tears
Echoing softly, heightening my fears

I taste with my tongue, my panic's begun
4 sides enclosed, melded as one

I touch with my hand, a sinister plan
5 fingers discerning where I do stand

I sense with my mind a thought so unkind
It's trapped 6 feet under... in a bottle of wine.

-fin

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Phaestian, in the year 408 AF.