O Dionysos, whose worship always contains
an element of artistry to it, inspirer of countless
souls who came before and will come after,
may those dear to you never be forgot,
or go thirsty in the kingdom below.
Remember the poets who sang your praises,
the dancers who moved to your rhythm,
the painters, sculptors, and actors
who gave form to your mysteries.
Honor their voices that echo still,
bodies that transcended limitations and pain
to put on a show worthy of you,
those who presented truths to tyrants
who wanted only lies and flattery,
everyone who chose poverty, alienation from their families,
constant struggle, and failed more than they succeeded,
because nothing compared to a life devoted to art.
Whether we remember their names today,
or they were forgotten even before their deaths,
may they feast in your hall, and be honored
with the title of Dionysian Artist. Grant, too, that I may
join their lineage, and make my own art with skill,
with honesty, with passion, and with reverence.
O giver of vision and the sacred fire of inspiration,
bless the artists of past, present and future,
and may all their works live on in your Labyrinth
forever and ever.