• Pallid tavern, the one so cloaked in ash
    Tar rot hinges a black lunged basement
    Pursed lips in warm suckling content
    inhaling barrage of crimson will o' wisp
    Shut closed are the stinging eyes
    Haven for dismal gray reprieve
    Drifting along choking miasma sea
    Exhale myopic addling distinction
    This grimy smoke laden city bar