Raise Your Glass

Sorry for being late

I mixed up my grapes

Did I say grapes? I meant dates

I apologise if my behavior seems deliberate

 

Greetings father

Remember me?

I’m the noisy one, reborn and ready

Here to claim my place

An orphic amongst divinity

 

Your queen looks lovely in rage

There’s no chair for me in this place

Why is that perfect archer disturbed by my rave

Is my madness not worth his praise?

 

Oh sunhaired brother, will a break in the poetic flow make you flush deeper than my finest grapes?

 

Everyone!

Meet my friends

We like raiding ships and celebrating as much as we desire

We’re a bunch of misfits, join us!

We sing and dance and rip apart liars

They set your palace on fire?

Zeus a mercy

What a pity

I’ll pay you in gold, I have plenty

 

With this I conclude my tiny tales

Raise your glass to

Drunken frenzy, madness and disarray

Epicurean ecstasy

Dionysus is my name

And my cult and I? oh,

We like to raise hell.