Within the laughter of the grass,
Lonely sits the faun.
No longer ecstatic with joy,
Bacchus has died today.
Whine he no longer drinks,
Slaughter, dripping blood of his kin.
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Ok first of this is personal, so if you don't like it you can suck it. Btw its not journal because its good enough to be in my gallery.