I see Dionysus in the grapes that have been picked
His tongue, with wine, it has been slicked
I see him in the madness of men, songs long gone
I have seen him in the shrines of long forgotten kingdoms
I have seen him in the oh so sweet wine that has been made
I see him everywhere around me, for he is not dead, not weak, but he is alive.
The oh so lovely God of wine, madness, and Fertility is alive.
And his name is Dionysus.