Dionysus Opens the Feast

In rare gustation dine we here tonight! For you, my feast; for me, your pleasant sight! And for them both, I raise my glass to cheer: Let all that’s sober end before the year! Let music, wine and wantonness prevail! Let revelry erase the dry and stale! And light your mortal youth that burns so strong, For I, the God of Wine, who’s lived too long. And when my followers stand - or rather, sprawl - Across the landscape, shall the dreary fall! And when my wine the final frown shall lift, Then sprawled amidst the rest, I’ll share the gift! Let wine make us wise, and feasting for all! Till morning shall rise, or each of us fall! Evil sobriety! It shall not last the night! For I have found munitions, ample for the fight! The vine divine, from whence the grapes of wine! I tend its thirsts, and it doth water mine! The beasties of the Earth and air, I do invite to be my fare!