Ivy leaves resting upon our great God's hair,
Spouting like the roots of the grapes we use to consume the existential concoctions.
His theatrical pleasures anguish playwrites and enlighten their minds,
A cultural partyhound born of mortal mother and a father of untamable power.
But, never as untamable as the forest-ridden creatures is amused by, and takes pleasures in.
This nature is also seen in the insanity-stricken patrons of his movement and influence,
Our wild and unstable parties in honour of his command.
Acorns in Panthers mouths relating to his nature,
As we dance around the fire if his fertile insanity..
This is our Dionesian Fantasy.
(Sorry it's so short I was just trying to actually upload for once, god how absolutely I fucking hate grammar schools but anyways i hope you enjoyed it and I'll see you in the next one!!)
-author<3
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Poetry Archive
PoetryBasically just a bunch of poems that I've written because I'd kinda like to be a poet or something like that one day! Sooooo read it if you'd like to indulge in shitty literature and random ideas I had at like 3am <3 Also I probably won't consistent...
