Travelled through the dusts of time,
Looked for any signs of life,
In pursuit for the tavern,
To quench what was dry and fill the damp.

Finally reaching the place,
I stared into the space before,
There was all I could drink,
All that was meant for me.

I walked right in,
Looked across the room,
Roared aloud, begging a drink,
When it did come...I wasn't thirsty anymore.

Thirst not quenched,
But left dry and parched with no desire,
Left sore and numb,
My throat lay barren.