Wassail

By Lothur Kane Winston

The Wine flows freely
Just like mead should
My head becomes light
My vision blurs

Ah, the Yule Time
A time of Wassail
A time of Cheer
To those that have
Gone on Before

To those yet to come
Wassail
May your gods
Keep you safe and warm
And your woman safer
And closer still

Enjoy this time
As it comes only once
And all too soon
Memories
Could be lost

As the liquor
Has stolen that
And OH so much more
Than simple memories.