The song of yore

I step into a tired down
tavern elegantly enthralled
by the intoxicating aroma of alcohol.
There I see him standing
not to far from the broken battered bar .
A man holding within his
wholesome hand a horn
beautifully burnished
by the beguiling color brass .

Then the horn starts to sing.
It’s at first soft simple
then turns serpentine
and strong.A swan song
that careens us all down
to tears .
As we are taken back
to our years of yore .

Where we were
once met with
admiration
and respect .
Where we finally
fly like a dove
into the arms of
not hatred but love
that we once had
before.

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Region, Country: Virginia, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe homer Dante Alighieri Oscar Wilde

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My inspiration

https://youtu.be/kV8G_FjJzV4

And

https://youtu.be/-3X6O5kj1Wc

Edward

Edward may I suggest compacting your lines for example

I step into.a tired down tavern
elegantly by the intoxicating
aroma of alcohol

There I see him standing
not to from the broken . battered bar
holding within his wholesome hand
a horn

Beautifully burnished by the beguiling
color of brass

Then the horn begins to sing

Do you see waht I am doing. I am giving your words more structure , You cn always msg me if you need help