[Verse 1]
In the mire where the cattails sway,
A poet was born on a moonless day.
Whiskey ran thick through his rebel veins,
And the devil dealt cards in the pouring rain.
The night smelled of ash, the earth felt cold,
He was a story untold, a legend bold.
[Chorus]
He drank with the devil, did shots till dawn,
Slept with Lilith where the stars were drawn.
Smoked out with lovers that weren’t his own,
A shadow of sin, a man alone.
Oh, whiskey and shadows, that's where he’d roam.
[Verse 2]
He lit his smoke on a flame from hell,
Each drag a story he’d never tell.
The faces he kissed, they came and went,
Love was a fire he’d only rent.
In a room of lies, he played his tune,
With whiskey’s burn and a blood-red moon.
[Chorus]
He drank with the devil, did shots till dawn,
Slept with Lilith where the stars were drawn.
Smoked out with lovers that weren’t his own,
A shadow of sin, a man alone.
Oh, whiskey and shadows, that's where he’d roam.
[Bridge]
Cards on the table, hearts in his hand,
He danced with trouble, a one-man band.
Each stolen kiss, each borrowed night,
He burned like a comet, gone by first light.
[Verse 3]
The mire remembers the steps he’d tread,
A poet of chaos, the life he led.
And though he’s gone, the whispers remain,
Of whiskey, shadows, and love’s sweet pain.