Oh, to experience Ambrosia,
The food of the Gods
That brings forth life immortal,
Often depicted as a nymph
Who was turned into a grapevine,
By Lycurgus of Thrace
Who was in conflict with Dionysus,
Not surprising then how sweet tastes the wine
From which the grape came,
Fermented from a nymph
I savour every little taste of it,
Longing to drink her in
And share in immortality with her
Coursing through my veins,
To meet the Greek Gods of ancient myth
Nothing could ever compare to this,
Except to drown in the essence of the nymph
Who tastes of the Ambrosian wine of these Gods,
Who I ask could resist this wondrous thing,
Oh, Ambrosian dream, how you forever taunt me.
fauxcroft 
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