Kael — The Drunken Days

In shadows cast by moonlit gleam, a raven named Kael dwelled,

A restless soul, he sought to find, in spirits, solace swelled.

Each night, he drank, his heart entwined with fleeting, numbing haze,

Yet deep within, a longing heart yearned for love’s gentle rays.

In ebony plumage, he took flight, his wings kissed by the stars,

Yet within his ebony heart, the ache seemed to leave deep scars.

For though he sought to dull the pain with drinks of liquid gold,

It was not wine that quenched his thirst, but love, a tale untold.

His feathers masked a tale of woe, a longing to be seen,

To find a love that could erase the sorrows that had been.

He soared across the moonlit sky, a seeker in the night,

In search of love’s intoxication, a soul to hold him tight.

Then fate bestowed its tender gift, one destined, rare, and fine,

For in the midst of darkest hours, love’s light began to shine.

He found a love, pure and divine, a soul that called him near,

And in her arms, he found a home, his heart no longer sear.

Her love was like the finest wine, it sparked his soul with fire,

In every glance, he saw himself reflected in desire.

He no longer sought to drown his sorrows in the night,

For she became his source of joy, his reason to take flight.

With every touch, a sweet embrace, love’s ecstasy did flow,

Her presence was his guiding star, the light that made him glow.

And in the moonlit nights, they’d soar, their hearts forever twined,

In love’s embrace, their spirits soared, their souls entwined.

Now, every night, he drinks no more, for love has set him free,

The wine of her affection, the elixir of their glee.

Their love, a vintage of delight, their hearts as one entwined,

A raven named Kael found his home in love’s sweet, sacred wine.