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Dionysus

The God of Wine, Grape Harvest, Fertility and Religious Ecstasy

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I am a God,
he would reassure himself everyday.
How could he not be?
The ichor in his veins, the radiance in his beauty,
were all glimmering with divinity

But the god knew what the other immortals thought of him,
He was a disgrace,
A fallen God.
He was the God who could never be enough,
the God with doomed beauty.

But none of that ever dissuaded the iron will of the God,
who threw lavish and extravagant soirée's,
with crystal chandeliers and infinite gallons of wine,
so that at least someone saw him,
at least someone noticed the
congenital divinity that marred his soul.
After all wasn't such opulence the power of a God itself?

He preferred to rather drown himself,
in the intoxicating power he got from his wines,
than face his brutal and harsh reality.

He drank till the searing pain finally numbed,
till his star like eyes were reduced to mere voids,
till the voices in his head finally silenced,
till he no longer felt he was a failure.

Because when he was inebriated,
he became the God who he could never be in reality.
He wielded colossal power which was foreign
to his divine body in sobriety.

You see he would have rather lived in his grand reverie,
where the ache that tugged his heart had been numbed,
where the name Dionysus wasn't tarnished,
but was pure and whole.
Than live in a world where he was debased and degraded.

In his phantasmal world he was finally a God,
something which he could never be in Olympus.
After all what use was being a God in a world,
which had always treated him disdain and contempt.

He would rather be his own god,
in his resplendent illusions created by the potency of alcohol.

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