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The Thunderer's Wives
In older mythic traditions, Dione was revered as an ancient goddess of the oracle at Dodona and sometimes portrayed as the mother of Aphrodite by Zeus.
Though later myths shifted Aphrodite’s birth to the sea foam from Uranus’s blood, Dione remains a shadowed figure—a forgotten mother, a relic of earlier theologies.
This song gives Dione her voice: the voice of all those whose power is buried under newer legends, whose gifts remain even when their names fade from memory.
The Wine of Shadows
Before the crowns, before the stones
I wove the blood in gods unknown
He drank my kiss, he stole my sigh—
And from our wound, a rose would rise
No song remembers, no priestess prays—
The shadowed vine of ancient days
The wine of shadows, sweet and deep
A gift the heavens could not keep
From blood and dusk, from broken seas—
I bore the bloom the world still sees
She rose from foam, she rose from flame
Yet bore the pulse that speaks my name
Aphrodite, soft and fierce—
No temple shines, no poet claims—
The mother drowned beneath her fame
The wine of shadows, sweet and deep
A gift the heavens could not keep
From blood and dusk, from broken seas—
I bore the bloom the world still sees
Forgotten voice, forsaken womb
Still weaves the thread of gods and gloom
The vines still drink, the roots still sigh—
Though none recall the ghosted cry
DIONE: “Even the brightest rose is fed by unseen graves.”
The wine of shadows, sweet and deep
Through silenced stars, the echoes seep
Though shrines decay and names grow thin—
The wine of shadows flows within
Beneath the foam, beneath the dream—
The mother sleeps beneath the stream