Poetry Day: Decanters of Eporwil

Posted on February 2, 2023 by Charles Yallowitz

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(This is a fun poem that I made for a future character. I haven’t entirely figured out what to do with her, but a key point is that she is connected to these magical decanters. These are artifacts from the dwarven goddess of drinking, Eporwil. I decided to add a poem to the concept, which hints at what each one can do. Enjoy.)

Eleven brews of the dwarven goddess

Who shall drink until the end of times

Ale for summer and stout for fall

Winter lager and springtime beer

A harsh whiskey that could raise the dead

A wine to calms the meanest soul

A spirit forged of burning flame

A rum with no taste to call its own

A brandy that vanishes on the tongue

A smoky red from the dragon’s veins

A sweet ale for an inner view

A mead of power for the warrior’s charge

A fresh liquor for the seer’s eyes

Each drink shall run until last days

For the master of the decanters

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.

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