Drunken Prince

"I love you."

"Your drunk."

the story told 

after a bit too much

"I'm serious."
"Go to sleep."

a gentle kiss

then knock out.

a tight embrace

with no escape

a terrible stench

with no regrets

memories lost

braincells dead

but the party

stars again

light rests

the drink

come out

past his lips

down they go

one by one

until bodies fall

time to go

when  morning come

death creeps along

bringing the fog

ready to take your prince

you refuse

he's your love

then again

he doesn't know

drinking is

his only passion

but true love's

your greatest fashion

fight off  death

and life steps in

his chest lifts once again

a knight  fighting off

a devious fiend

the drunken prince

is the one in need.