the storm rolls on
cows dance their hooves across the sand;
In the grey-dark shadow of thunder
you horns gleam silver as the crescent moon
Whisk me away before the wind.
With nothing gained for nothing to lose
It is not a man come save me
but a bull
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
the storm rolls on
cows dance their hooves across the sand;
In the grey-dark shadow of thunder
you horns gleam silver as the crescent moon
Whisk me away before the wind.
With nothing gained for nothing to lose
It is not a man come save me
but a bull
a little thing about Ariadne meeting Dionysos