The Garden of Dionysus

It was light when I entered the garden,

Even though I was sure it must be night,

The high green hedges were dripping with

Dew and the grass grew tall in the glade.

I entered by a door to the west and shut it

Behind me, sure I would never wish to return,

But what I saw when I turned to see the garden

As it was shocked me. It was not how I was told.

Yes, there were the muses, sitting to the side,

And of Dionysus was present at the affair, held

In the hand of ever man and boy that was there

As the girls sat by, looking on, flowers in their hair.

These people paid the muses little attention as I

Watched the scene with increasing pretention,

For what good was this? I thought I had been

Invited to a party where everyone goes at thirteen.

But no, well, yes, but this party was not something

Anyone should wish to be a part of, for soon Dionysus

Had made the people do strange things to each other

That I knew they would regret and I don’t want to

Regret, I want to live in a state of no mistakes, but

I suppose that isn’t possible if you want to grow

To move from innocence to experience, some vague

Juliet, living in the Garden of Eden.

But where is Romeo? He stands beside me, holding

My hand and “Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

Well, wherefore did I here came? And the

Answer would be the same:

We are here as we are because we were invited and

Being of good cheer, we came. And we will

Stay here until the party’s end. For now, the

Door is locked.

Author Notes: Has anyone got any idea what this is actually about?

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