Hail Dionysus, is it for you I dance?

Hail Roarer, with ivy tresses, ecstasy’s lance

As I slice the wind, great Rhea grins

Does Euboea still sing you hymns?

I feel wild nature grip me tight, bride newly-wed

She caresses me from my toes to the top of my head

Let Apollo play your notes of death and rebirth

While I sing the tune and dance

Hail Lord of Health, great Bull of the Green

Your glance induces a primordial trance

Wild and fierce nature spirits come, sweat sheened

Bringing pleasures… That no drug could mimic

The dance imbues me with the gravitational pull of a star

But too quickly it is gone

The dance ends in pain

For Spring is dead

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Until it begins again

Image: I can’t find the original source. I got this from a site about Bulgarian wine.

Also, I think I’m going to start editing the shepherd and goddess short story I wrote a while back. It’s a mess… This is the prototype Dionysus (Adonis combo) I wrote about, Dumuzi (Osiris) the Sumerian god of vegetation and rain, brother of Geshtiana, goddess of the vine. The Greek, I think is a mishmash, of an earlier Egyptian and/or Sumerian deity, which is probably also a retelling of an even more ancient story.