Chains Of The Sea
© Surazeus
2018 12 22
The chains of the sea cannot hold him down
from soaring on broad wings of Pegasus
for his weird spells outwit the crazy clown,
debating oracles in Ephesus.
The fish and the boar will show him the way
to scale the temple walls of Artemis
who looks through telescope at Milky Way
on pyramid of blinded Osiris.
When Elvis shakes his hips on stage of fame,
we follow winding path of Orpheus
where morbid Caliban directs the game
transforming broken heart of Morpheus.
He plays new game of chess by cheating Death
to win the mangled wings of Lucifer
so when he utters spell of Shibboleth
he shows us how to trick wise Jupiter.
Still drenched in hope from squall of ocean rain,
he dances home reborn as troubadour
to photograph our old abandoned fane
since in each angel writhes fierce dinosaur.
We praise Mithras on winter solstice eve
to celebrate his ancient Christmas feast
since nature cares not what faith we believe
for safe behind my mask lurks the weird beast.
He loads swift sleigh with treasures he once made
till fearful priest broke fingers of his hand
so he leads angels on the first crusade
to spread good cheer across the cold waste land.
He photographs the door of every home
while wandering lost in silent wilderness
since he now has no reason not to roam,
exploring secret truth of emptiness.
© Surazeus
2018 12 22
The chains of the sea cannot hold him down
from soaring on broad wings of Pegasus
for his weird spells outwit the crazy clown,
debating oracles in Ephesus.
The fish and the boar will show him the way
to scale the temple walls of Artemis
who looks through telescope at Milky Way
on pyramid of blinded Osiris.
When Elvis shakes his hips on stage of fame,
we follow winding path of Orpheus
where morbid Caliban directs the game
transforming broken heart of Morpheus.
He plays new game of chess by cheating Death
to win the mangled wings of Lucifer
so when he utters spell of Shibboleth
he shows us how to trick wise Jupiter.
Still drenched in hope from squall of ocean rain,
he dances home reborn as troubadour
to photograph our old abandoned fane
since in each angel writhes fierce dinosaur.
We praise Mithras on winter solstice eve
to celebrate his ancient Christmas feast
since nature cares not what faith we believe
for safe behind my mask lurks the weird beast.
He loads swift sleigh with treasures he once made
till fearful priest broke fingers of his hand
so he leads angels on the first crusade
to spread good cheer across the cold waste land.
He photographs the door of every home
while wandering lost in silent wilderness
since he now has no reason not to roam,
exploring secret truth of emptiness.
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