Bacchus

Bacchus, I've heard you calling unto me; the wind carries your song, throughout the day. "Vines of sin.. Desire to intoxicate, straying you further from our golden gate.." The coy words spoken to me, ring within.. Beautiful music is created from a soft violin. "Where thou lies?" I asked. No voice could reply as I continued, I found a creature, which was death-masked; "You foolish young man there is not a thing for you here. You seek light from this benighted land of false prophets. If only you knew what lies behind my very eyes.." It's frightening presence faced me, as their words reprised. Their mask swallowed into their skin as death came among; The violin's composition ruptured, and out grew.. A heinous tongue. "May my words forever bleed inside; though they resist light, they deliver forth heartless truth. Take heed to my voice with phantom-echoes that subsides.."