7 Ballads Of The Fall: The Duke Of Drunkenshire ' Pour Me All And Purge Mine Soul ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

'Pour me one: ' said he,
'For I am to drink endlessly!
For I am to drink till the sun rises,
Every morrow, and sets then on me.'

'Pour me another, nay, pour me plenty;
Pour me all you've got in thy inventory:
For I am to drink till my demise;
Pour me thine poison, for I'm seeking the end of me! '

'Pour me all to forget, and purge mine soul in wine;
Pour me all out of regret, and purge mine soul in soot!
Pour on me all, and purge mine soul, in thine divine
Death drinks, of salvation I am now in pursuit.'

He said, 'I will drink for the good times,
And I will drink for the pain;
I will drink for every verse and rhyme,
I wrote for her and was in vain! '

And with every drink he swallows down:
He dies just a little bit more,
Almost on the edge to drown,
In a cup of ale, an alone troubadour!

And with every cup and every sip,
Her memory breaks out of his soul;
And with every sip and every drip,
Her memory becomes more blurry to recall.

And with every sip and every clip, he had his heart apart,
Right before his hazy eye, and now his lifeless life to depart.
Hence, it's never enough, so for Gluttony not to thrall!
And that's the Sixth One of the 7 Deadly Reasons To Fall.