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Thursday, 17 January 2013

Nightcap



The house lies quiet, silent, save for one solitary footfall
Echoing in the silence the weary tread stalks these halls
Each step announcing its arrival in the rooms now dimmed
Moonlight casting shadows of the man that once was him
Polished floors groan and creak as each foot caresses it
And in the dark of the room he pours another fine Glenlivet

Glasses sparkle in the flicker of the moonlight’s wonder
Gentle caresses as they touch sound increasingly like thunder
Amber nectar swirls in the glass as he pours without a care
The drink of god’s it was, and he raises his salute in the air
Throwing open his throat he drowns his sorrows deep within it
And in the dark of the room he pours another fine Glenlivet

Shining like a beacon the beauty flickers in the shadows
Polished reflections dancing brightly as the fire glows
His gentle touch caresses her, strokes her polished frame
Grasps her firmly in his hand, hums a lullabies refrain
As he reaches for the bottle and the joy contained within it
In the darkness of the room he pours another fine Glenlivet

Welcome warmth of glowing fireplace spits embers to the floor
That smoulder softly in the twilight, fade and burn no more
Leather-bound he sits encased in arms of sure protection
Gazing at the vacuum that surrounds him ponders sweet reflection
Watching dreams within the flames frolic now as they see fit
In the darkness of the room he pours another fine Glenlivet

Glancing at the hearth carved frame of wood leads his eyes
To the images and memories of his family and their lives
Grand children as they played happily in fine winter snow
Birthday celebrations with their grinning faces all aglow
Loving wife and caring son lives full of passion and pure grit
As the darkness fills the room he pours another fine Glenlivet

Country walks and fireside talks, bold bright adventures in the sun
Cottages and castles, each and every moment savoured one by one
Smiling deep within, every loving memory sheds another tear
Every image that he conjures from the flames that burn, so clear
Reaching for the welcome bottle and the life contained within it
As the darkness fills the room he pours his final fine Glenlivet

Flames falling ever lower turn the room to dark of night
Slowly wandering his memories meander to that sight
House and life are empty devoid of reason and of soul
Drunken carnage on the road smashing all that once was whole
Ironic glass within his hand he curses stupid drunken fools
Grasping tight upon his polished beauty, his trigger finger pulls

© Fergus Martin
2013