he looked glumly into his mug

there’s music playing

and a skimpy dressed maid 

– whose breasts popped out of her cleavage –

hands him a beverage.  

Lit candles rests on every table

and men scurry outside.

Their armour clattered as they ran

and their weapons bonked on the the armour.

There were calls from the wall and

a projectile whined across the sky

exploding nearby.

Fire erupted and people rush out with buckets.

He pours the ale down his throat

in spirit of their struggle.

The bar is fine.

Another explosion

not far from the first

people died.

He drinks

and the maid looks awfully

worried.

The church tower crumbled

and people are crying.

the colored windows shattered

and the fire spreads to the buildings nearby.

The fire reaches the bar

and his nose get scorched

and the glass he was holding blackened

as they put out the fire

across the table

other than that,

he was fine.