It sits not alone but between one place and another. Convenient for those in need. Unsuited for those mercenary. At bar long and shining, Balder polishes and muses. Listen for words craved but too often abstained. Through doors blinded by night, walk down that aisle, there find him you will. Lights cast not till you walk out. At Balder’s bar find me among the souls passing and staying. When he gives you a drink prepare for a belt. The jolt drives home when you open your eyes.
