Gusts of smoke and the flicker of vermillion flames engulfed the nights air. Freshly clad in male garments, with a bottle of port immured into my blood, I continued to immerse his house in buckets of ale that fed the flames and my frenzy. Collapsing in a heaving fit of laughter and wrapped in a delusional state of revenge, a forgotten ballad sprung to mind, thus there I drank, and I laughed, and I sang, whilst an edifice of my misfortune slowly burnt to the ground.
