Ode to Bakchos

Sweet delirium
Awaits at the door
I praise you
Oh great one
Remove the pain
Another drop
Of your blood
A shot to the soul
Lifting, tilting
I dance,
Euphoric.
The wind whispers your name
A thousand names
Each older than the first
Each truer than the last
Spilling over time
I partake
The ancient ritual
Passing the goblet
It rests on my lips
Fire sent to my heart
As I, too,
Become God.