The Dionysian

She is seductive and insane
the goddess of chaotic art
found behind the veil of her
violent opposition; Apollo
trying to upset and topple the illusion
we have created for ourselves

She is the breakdown of our artificial order
The pure rush of intoxicating senses
and scents that originate from the
wildest of flowers thriving in fields
of chaos, and violent unpredictability
that no gardener can ever tame

She is the laughter that echoes in our hearts
And in our minds, that we have no choice
but to exist amidst the battle between artistic endeavors
and that although we can choose to die soon
that we must resist such an urge, and live

She is the vixen who hides herself within music
sneaking into the Apollonian to give us a taste
of the fruits she has to offer, so that we may be
seduced by the feeling of ecstasy and excitement
as we are embraced into her warmth unaware
that it is she who conducts the sounds of surrender

She is the knowledge that the world cannot be mastered
the understanding that she cannot be destroyed nor can she
be tamed with human hands and heart
and any moment created to attempt to control her
will do her no harm, for she is powerful