The Lanterns of Leaping Luck

Raise your glass, the fire’s bright,

To moon-drenched tales and endless night,

Caravans from distant lands,

Spill stories spun by clever hands.

Cloaks and dice upon the floor,

Laughter leaks out through the door.

Oh, merry folk and strangers meet,

Where every secret finds its seat.

Spin, oh lanterns of leaping luck,

Guide our fortune, never struck,

Dance, ye dreamers, in flick’ring flare,

Magic hovers in the air.

Raise a toast to fate’s design,

In this tavern out of time.

Soot-stained jugs and battered boots,

Songs that chase away disputes,

A fortune-teller winks and grins,

Ale-drenched scripters trade their sins.

Goblets clink, the dice descend,

Every tale too wild to end.

Oh, merry folk and strangers meet,

Where every secret finds its seat.

Spin, oh lanterns of leaping luck,

Guide our fortune, never struck,

Dance, ye dreamers, in flick’ring flare,

Magic hovers in the air.

Raise a toast to fate’s design,

In this tavern out of time.

Through smoky beams and midnight shouts,

We find what winds of whimsy route,

Heroes, villains, none the same,

Here, all hearts are free to claim,

With golden songs that none disdain.

Spin, oh lanterns of leaping luck,

Guide our fortune, never struck,

Dance, ye dreamers, in flick’ring flare,

Magic hovers in the air.

Raise a toast to fate’s design,

In this tavern out of time.So let the lanterns drift and twine,

Luck and laughter intertwine.