Ales beyond the Pale

I have crossed the Great Divide
There the Titans had supplied
Me with this bitter fire
Herculean concoctions inspire
An entire discourse of flavor
Liver removed in iota in return for their favor

I have studied under the Maharaja, the divine teacher
And have studied wonders of my minds creatures
Frogs that hop across my tongue
I move Boulder with Mojo
Traveling the groggying Ganges to Indica from the Lost Coast

In Hop Pursuit of this pale ale, I have set Full Sail
For the sheltering Trestles of the Left Coast as winds prevail
Left Hand trying to pry this thirsty 400 pound Monkey off my back
For this Hop Juice I lack

Taste-buds taken taken my Inversion
This Mirror Pond alters reflection as it laps upon, each incursion
Has come to Bend me to pale
Rippling over my pallette as I seek the holiest of grails

My Modus Hoperandi, A search for Decadence
Hoperation aimed at grain dark yellow elegance
Even as these Stone gargoyles are bombers for my Ruination
Until my need for acerbic aftertaste has been brought to cessation

I ride upon New Belgium's waves
of Amarillo, Columbus, Centennial staves
Filled with scales of dissonance
Bell by Belgo, piquancy as the instrument
Ranger shooting his Mighty Arrows of deliciousness

Delectable
Lightly detectable overtones
I torpedo, overthrown
Past these Sierra Nevadas
Enthralled with the joy this bottle has brought us
As I crest the peak, the Hoptimum
To overthrow the Imperial
I shall usurp the material
Kingdom of the Hop Czar
A coup, Hop Rising
Slurp the wisdom as I hop stars
Crown jewels of tourmaline
Adorn my scepter, as they tour my taste receptors

I marvel at the Marbled head
As if ambrosia rose up
And filled my head empty of dreams,
Now a full glass
Green seas of Myrcene
St. Lupulin watching over I now sleep fast