In a bar where laughter mingles with the night,
Festive sugar skulls stand, a vibrant sight.
Stacked with care, a rainbow gleam,
Each a part of the celebratory theme.

Crimson reds and ocean blues,
Yellows bright, and violet hues,
Intricate patterns etched with care,
Whispers of the ancestors fill the air.

They stand in rows, a silent choir,
Lit by candle’s soft, warm fire.
Eyes that sparkle, empty, yet full,
Each skull a story, beautifully dull.

Marigolds bloom in sockets deep,
Guardians of the memories we keep.
Lined along the bar, they seem to say,
“Remember us, on this sacred day.”

Sugar crafted, art so sweet,
Where past and present gently meet.
Laughter dances, glasses clink,
In the glow of skulls, we pause and think.

Of loved ones gone, their stories told,
In sugar art, their lives unfold.
A festive tribute, bold and bright,
Uniting all in the candlelight.

So here they stand, not merely decor,
But souls we cherish, forevermore.
In this bar, under starlit skies,
The sugar skulls bring the dead to life.