Valley Of The Muses © Surazeus 2025 02 12 Hair blowing in brisk mountain winds of faith, Sariel climbs rugged slopes of Helicon to ruined Museum, temple of muses, where no rain has fallen one thousand years, then sits exhausted among marble pillars while goats prance among old twisted plum trees. "I wish to bring them back to life again, nine charming Muses with their lyres and flutes gathered around Apollo in round hall where folk traveled far to hear them perform songs relating lives of their ancient gods during the sacred Mouseia festival." Breathing deep muggy air of solitude in broad deserted Valley of the Muses, Sariel gazes at Mount Helicon that shimmers silently in waves of heat, while ravens gather in twisted plum trees, and feels nameless grief well up in his heart. "I sense hazy shadow of Pegasus linger near the bubbling Hippocrene spring where I dip my hands to drink soul of Earth, liquor which opens eyes inside my heart so I see nine Muses in flowing gowns singing before huge crowd of worshippers." Gazing at his face in clear silver pool, Sariel grins with amusement of truth to think Narcissus stood at this same spot and gazed entranced at beauty of his face till voice of Echo woke him from false dream to keep him from drowning in vanity. "After Narcissus visited this pool, Tiresias found Athena bathing nude, and thus received wyrd art of prophecy because his eyes perceived with reverent awe divine beauty inherent in her soul, tended with care by Eupheme and Linus." Heart aching with fierce passion of insight, Sariel feels spirit possess his body so he starts to sing with mercurial voice tale of Apollo chasing graceful Daphne till she transforms into the laurel tree whose leaves crown the greatest singers of tales. "Though they are long dead, fleeting flames of life that shone brightly in this valley of music, their spirits live in me one thousand years after they danced and sang with eloquence, so I must sing to keep their art alive another thousand years of sacred song."
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Wednesday, February 12, 2025
Valley Of The Muses
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Orpheus arrives in the crowded Valley of the Muses, eager to participate in the Mouseia where he hopes to win the laurels of Apollo.
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