>pray to dionysus The end of inhibition, the end of constraint...
The prayer speaks itself through your mouth. As soon as you have willed the act, the need for thought leaves you. In fact it's not exactly clear to you what you're saying. The syllables are of an old language, with deep vowels and strong consonants: a summons, and a song.
And in the darkness, drums and flutes on the ground honey and a sweet flow of wine
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Date: 2009-05-24 12:53 am (UTC)>pray to dionysus
The end of inhibition, the end of constraint...
The prayer speaks itself through your mouth. As soon as you have willed the act, the need for thought leaves you. In fact it's not exactly clear to you what you're saying. The syllables are of an old language, with deep vowels and strong consonants: a summons, and a song.
And in the darkness, drums and flutes
on the ground honey and a sweet flow of wine
and all around dancers, hands and eyes
*another shiver*