Golden liquor drizzled through the sky
Drizzled over all the pier, and the sands
Must be from the feast of gods, we sigh
With too much nectar on their hands
Lucky Bacchus at the table, Odin too
Chinking vessels, slurping mead
Sniggering at the glitter goo
That dazzles us, and feeds our need
What of the myths and sagas that they tell?
Should we rap on sequinned pebbles
Emblazoned as they are in glistening swell
Or simply take a photo of such a godly spell.
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