Notice of absence from arqios
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O Dionysus, breaker of chains,
I sing not for the meek, the tamed, the gelded—
But for the wolves who howl against the night,
Who tear the velvet lies from rotting thrones!
The poets now are eunuchs, lisping hymns
To hollow gods of equity and dust—
But we, the few, drink deep the blood-red wine,
And laugh as cowards beg for kinder chains!
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- Published: May 1st, 2025 05:13
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Comments7
Powerful words!
Thanks for being the firstππ» most appreciated ποΈπ€©
So classical in its approach and form this poem caught me up in drunken reveries. The intoxication breaking the chains of sanity in a world insane taking one to a world of lunacy far better and happier where beauty can be seen. Far better to drink the blood red wine than the blood or the innocents. Where is the madness? A beautiful write deep with wisdom and humanity a fave
Thanks kindly Soren. Most appreciated πππ»
Powerful
Thanks so much, Tony; much appreciated πππ»
You're welcome
Good write A.
Thanks Oππ»π
Oh this captures the human condition.We are the stuff that screams are made of. Welll done mi amigo
Oh, thatβs what weβre after- human condition ππ»Thanks kindlyπ
Tremendous.
Thanks TWCππ»π
Wonderful words arqios, may the poets put right the world.
Andy
Be it so! Thanks Andyππ»ποΈ
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