“Do not go to Ormonde Wood…it is full of satyrs, centaurs, evil wizards, demons, werewolves, vampires, boogie men goblins, she devils, baba yagas.”
Cheers to a… 11 more words
The priestesses of Dionysus frolicked with satyrs in the night, in processions lit by pine pitch torches. It’s still going on!
The old myth was not about people, or, better put, it was about people who took their identity from trees, and were, for all purposes, the trees that got up and danced. 13 more words
A poem before sleep.
How much folly is wisdom?
Yes, even now, in this dark,
as shadows thicken and night
breathes deep last light, 62 more words
“Because I wished to know more than another about Satyrs—who they are—I traveled to many men for stories of them. The Carian Euphemus told me that once while sailing to Italy he was led off his course by the winds and into the sea beyond in which others do not sail. 215 more words