Oh, Dionysus, talk with me a while.
Till the cheers die, and all the wine has dried.
Though we die for Zeus, for your medicine
your name in my heart has always lied.
Oh, Bacchus, let me speak to those
drunken fools who have gone before.
Soldiers unable to hold their spears on
battlefields crawling on all fours.
Men need more than words to raise
their sword and kill another.
God of wine, sit with me before we fight
and for other Gods kill my brother.
I am like you, the last accepted in my rank,
when my fellow men had only doubt.
Drink your goblet dry, wine God, and
stay with me, till all the lights go out.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Matthew Wilson, 30, has had over 100 stories accepted / appearances in such places as Horror Zine, Star*Line, Spellbound, Illumen, James Ward Kirk Publishing, Static Movement, Apokrupha Press, Hazardous Press, Gaslight Press, Sorcerers Signal and many more. He is currently editing his first novel and can be contacted on twitter @matthew94544267.