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The Divine Cordiality of Black Diamond

Poem (Canso): 

I was at the War of Wings     evening now was falling
I had feasted and I heard     bardic campfires calling 
Thought to wander all about     singing songs enthralling
Got to start out walking but     had to come back crawling.

Found a warm and friendly fire     joyous at the sighting
I was offered comfy chairs     right beside good lighting
When I asked the name of camp     that seemed so inviting
“We are of Black Diamond,” said     campers most delighting.

And so I began to play     and to sing beside it
I was full of mirth and joy     never have denied it
One fine man produced a flask     Asked me if I’d tried it
It was so delicious I     almost tried to hide it!

I must say it was the first     of many things to taste
Every time I turned around     the bottle was replaced
By some tasty cordial that     could make me more red-faced
Each more yummy than the last     all of them drunk in haste.

Cinnamon and cardamom     apples and peach and pear
Flavors of assorted spice     berries and fruits to spare
All of these and more I taste     (Black Diamond likes to share)
Flavors to make brewers swoon     They caught me unaware.

I cannot be really sure     what happened in that spot . . .
Who was that Australian guy     that offered me the shot?
By the time the moon was high     they could have served me snot
And I would have said ‘Yummy,     is there more of that lot?"

Ever flowing cordials of     Black Diamond are infused
With lots of love and flavor     to keep you well amused
Best beware; your liver may     well think itself abused;
Like me you may end the night     just stumbling off confused

The moral of my tale, friend     is plain to see for all
When you go on walkabout     and when the fires call
If you find Black Diamond then     sit down and have a ball
Do not plan on walking home     (More likely you will crawl.)