I sit in veils of vague glory, Engendering the brutish bloods Of despair. A light of Dionysus Scaled the broken walls of hope, 5 Erected in a great Grecian gyre, A theatre for the gods to dream And housed the soul's virgin fire. Consumed by a youthful darkness, I stagger to the unaging muse... 10 -- DBD
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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