"Drink the rum," they say. "It burns like fire."
So I took the first swig followed by a second.
A third and a fourth and a fifth til no more.
I sobered up and realised that's what sobriety's for.

"Close your eyes. Take a chance," my friend said.
I closed my eyes as she had me wait in the trees.
I heard someone shuffling in, armor clanking.
Then I opened my eyes and found myself thinking...

Is this the rum I've been waiting for?

Standing tall (though I'm a dwarf so not hard)
With the windy breeze blowing through his hair
Runic weapons shining, bark glistening in the dew
He gazed at me with eyes alight reflecting sky blue

It's soon to say, I know it's true
So I blame the rum that I found you
(And you know who)

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Scarlatan, in the year 1005 AF.