A town hugged the waterfront
like a newborn clings to its mother.
Lodgings, markets, and taprooms
sprouted along the lake like weeds.
An assortment of architecture
gradually ascended the hills,
before coming to a halt
at the base of a great mountain.
Puffy white clouds
loomed high above its peak.
And shrouded the mountain’s right face
under the darkness of shadows.
Deep within the mere,
a lone vessel glided along
the blue-green water.
As a found family
shared food and drink,
to the sweet sounds of music.
A group wholly unsure
of what tomorrow may bring.
Resolved themselves to build memories,
while they are still young and beautiful.
Oh, how cruel must life be,
to curse a man on his name day.
Forcing him to experience emotions so deeply,
that even the bottomless well of apathy
is still felt in its totality.