Three verses to a song about Ariadne
Hopefully I’ll be posting a short story (titled Insomniac) sometime in the next day or two, but until then, here’s a tiny excerpt:
That Dionysos /
He gave me a twirl /
He told my master /
“Go without the girl!”
Well Dionysos /
You’re the god of wine /
My man can’t do it /
Without any twine.
Dear Dionysos /
He gave me a crown /
Couldn’t get to Olympus /
Without going down!
(wikipedia article on Ariadne)
