Welcome to my humble tavern
Let me serve you a goblet of wine
Of deep crimson, and a bit warm
You shall remember its taste for all time
It tastes like no wine you’ve ever had
That much I can guarantee
See, it’s not made of grapes
But of a source I can’t tell to thee
Now, I mustn’t share my secrets
Call it a merchant’s insurance
My competitors must not know
Confidentiality is my only assurance
So why not fill your cup
Once? Thrice? Nay, five times!
Drink up and let us celebrate
And share many riddles and rhymes!
Why you’ve had so much
You’re such a greedy thing, I surmise
You have no idea what you’ve done
You’ve cemented your own demise!
No wine has touched your lips
Not once this very night
Only the blood of innocents you’ve had
Your fate you cannot fight
I now own your soul
A simple tavern owner am not I
There is no need for introductions
It will only make you cry
The sun is now approaching
You shall follow me to my domain
And reside in the fiery depths
Ha! You should’ve left the “wine” remain!