EPISODE 16: The Dread

EPISODE 16

The Dread

 

The word "Elysian" summons imagery

Of blissful fields beneath a summer sun

This ebon ale dispels that reverie

For with one sip, the nightmare has begun

 

The roar of dark malt rises, and then fades

Don't be afraid, now take a deeper taste

You'll conjure images of ghastly shades

And shoggoths in the southern polar wastes

 

This stout, a grand example of the style,

Unaged would still be beer of great renown

But aged it is, upon an oaken spiral

With water flowing down, forever down

 

So when you find you're paralyzed with fear

Embrace it, with this eldritch, primal beer