The poem below is from a challenge that Tracey Hardie spoke about regarding specific lines being used if you want the lines let me know and I will post them

Do you like it?
The smell of fear as it winds its
Never-ending, cycle like
A Wanton wanderer collecting potions
To embellish the spellbound dream


Skies darken and the night settles down
Bringing a mist of contemplation
fogging Force and focus.
Leaving you to question
The fictions of probability

Visions of ego’s misalignments
Nurtured through the night
Paint a canvas of revenge
It makes no difference if it’s sweet or hot
Justice has no such measure

Life is a rhythm,
which the violin hears as I bow
with calloused fingers
mimicking the chords of disillusion

A Crescent moon smiles down
on my tree of life littered
With millions of scarlet leaves
telling me The Fall is here
No need to jump

I reach for good ole Jack D
and toast memories
I want to douse

Down the hatch