The Frenzied, Pious Rite

Been away from Poetry for a little while but I have been dying to write a poem about Dionysus (Greek God of wine, epiphanies, theatre, the unorthodox, ritual madness and ecstasy amongst other things)!

 

The Frenzied, Pious Rite
Dance, laugh and tear the flesh
Until you find what lies within
Join my frenzied, pious rite
Filled with ecstasy and sin
The night and darkness cloak the pyre
But our rage will light the fire
Dance, laugh, scream and spin
The flames will rise much higher

The flesh is weak, do not resist
You will always find me then
The unorthodox belong with me
I will set them free again
The mind and soul ablaze with fire
Breath stolen by desire
They worship all the sweeter when
They dance around my pyre

Born from fire, born from flesh
Born for madness and for wine
I’d make of you a Maenad, love
Would you live your life as mine?
Here we dance within the fire
Here we worship with desire
Here insanity becomes Divine
And the forest is our choir

Drown yourself within the flesh
Then rise though you have died
Dance upon the fertile ground
Feel your soul be purified
The God who comes, the grape vine’s Sire
The outsider, the entire
I am waiting deep inside
Come and run towards the fire

Our flesh is warm and in the dark
Our sweat now glistens bright
The drops will calm the thirsty Earth
We are monsters in the Night
But when day time comes we shall not tire
It is the greatest amplifier
For our frenzy will be bathed in light
And the world will know our fire

Dance, laugh and tear the flesh
Until you find what lies within
Join my frenzied, pious rite
Filled with ecstasy and sin
The night and darkness cloak the pyre
But our rage will light the fire
Dance, laugh, scream and spin
The flames will rise much higher

 

(Copyright. Chanel Martin Ramirez, 09/02/2016. All rights reserved)

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