by Marcela Bolivar
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies? A shudder in the loins engenders there The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead. Being so caught up, So mastered by the brute blood of the air, Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
by Jean-Leon Gerome
In Roman mythology Bacchus is regarded as the god of wine while a Bacchante is the priestess or follower of Bacchus. In Greek mythology the Bacchante are known as the Maenads or Thyiad. Bacchantes were popularly known for their extravagant appetite for drink and licentiousness during the Bacchanalian festivals. The Bacchante indulges in drunken revelry and represents both the joy and destructive power of Bacchus. Bacchantes are characterized as mad women who run in a frenzied way through the forests engaging in wild acts such as tearing animals to pieces and other acts of intoxication.
by James Jean
Deliver Us from Evil by Roberto Ferri
by A. Andrew Gonzalez