Wise Old Sage

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Chaos Awoke

posted Sunday, 18 November 2007
Chaos awoke with a throbbing, aching head,
Looked around to assure that his bunkmates weren't dead,
Death's snore resounded from the bed on his right,
Hope whimpered in her sleep, still spooning with Fright,
Chaos tried to rise but was instantly choked,
His bedsheets were twisted, his neck nearly yoked,
He untied himself, sat wobbly on bed's edge,
"Never drink again," renewing his failed pledge,
As his head steadied, he looked over to Vain,
Whose eyelids flickered, dreams playing on his brain,
Just passed him lay Beauty, Suspense and Restraint,
A more lovely vision of angels there ain't,
Chaos stood and tiptoed out of the chamber,
He looked back at the threshold to remember,
Sleeping and quiet, much different than hours prior,
When all these forms sought each's earthly desire,
Memories of a raucous party, at least parts,
Flit through his brain in flashes of fits and starts,
As he rounds the corner to enter the room,
Chaos next sets his eyes on his namesake's gloom,
Obvious signs of pure disaster laid waste,
Stood in for possessions where usually placed,
Here were shards of a once comfortable chair,
There were remnants of his old bookcase laid bare,
The last of the liquor that wasn't yet spilt,
Was merely an inch in a cup at odd tilt,
Baccus, he suspected, had drained the tankard,
For all of his faults he was a pleasant drunkard,
He can't hold a grudge against his sleeping mate,
His arms wrapped 'round a keg as if on a date,
All accounted for, at least one less worry,
The cleaning can wait, there's really no hurry,
So keeping his head still he moves to the sink,
A search for aspirin to clear his head to think,
They must've had reason to throw such a bash,
Make such a mess and drink all their liquid cash,
And as his head clears and thoughts begin to form,
Chaos remembers what had started the storm,
It seemed such a good night, a night not to lose,
For no reason at all they broke out the booze,
But even if aimless, intentions were small,
It's nice to have friends and to share with them all.

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