Gather us all on this festive occasion
to consume the ingredients of the celebration.
Family, supper, moonlight, spirits;
daggers, demons, desolation.
Soon as the caps come off of their flasks,
ghosts emerge to fulfill their tasks.
Heartbreak, horror, hopelessness,
all drown beneath delighted masks.
The smell of revelry, naseates
from each breath whose blood intoxicates
and as the noisome laughter grows,
the fragile soul deteriorates.
Watch the flow of joyful tears
horror-stricken rowdy cheers
the clink of drink paraphernalia–
a vessel of poison to shorten one’s years.
Oh, the agony of bliss!
Drops of death drip from its kiss!
Desperate splendor, ecstatic pain
lead us down this drunk abyss.