My friend, Jack

Those creeping willows of that silent night,

The roots, alas, they shone so bright.

They held the foundation of my sleepless fright -

As these deciduous flowers quelled mine delight.

My trees lurk about outside my window,

They murther the climax of my emotional crescendo.

Yet bold and foolish I stand alone,

To reclaim the right that once befitted my throne.

So I open the bottle, oh glorious Jack!

Thank thine maker that thou hath brought me back.

Crimson brown and tea-ish red,

The tears of longing I have shed!

Fused with sparkle or crystal ice,

I'll drink thee not once, not twice but thrice!

So now as the willows retreat to my dreams,

My friend hath saved me once again it seems...