his priests at his feet
his vineyard replete
yet all I could see was his face
the frenzy begun
they chanted as one
and all were gathered in that place
they ranted and groaned
they orgied and moaned
but his eyes fell only on me
his enemies massed
as shield and sword clashed
but their will was never to be
they died mortal deaths
with transient breaths
and hand in hand we watched them go
old Bacchus and I
we sat in the sky
to talk of what only we know
he dies every year
that time's growing near
as he is reborn in the day
but I had him when
we were gods unto men
and no one can take that away
-o0o-
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