Ode to Mead

Ah, the golden brew of sweetest flavor,

tis my joy to sip and savor.

Wine of the gods,

wrung from gentle flowers.

Allowed many a warrior to pass a fine hour.


Sweet mead, I drink to thee.

May you ever be close to me.


In deepest need, in darkest hour,

or as I lay naked among the flowers.


You sore my spirit,

and lift my heart.

Oh, that we may never part.

You swim my reason,

let me drink mead at every season.

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