Monster Of My Fantasy © Surazeus 2026 01 19 We have to be cautiously cynical in order to survive this hostile world, always keeping mental radar alert with attitude that evil ever lurks in shadows of hate to attack our souls and suck our bodies dry of energy. Easily startled by shadows of rage, I jump out of my body on wild wings and flap around in frantic ecstasy in search for monster of my fantasy that always haunts my path to somewhere else as I breathe pure celestial energy. Fortuna, pulling loaded apple cart, senses gang of boys lurking behind trees, so she grabs stick and twirls it just in time to whack their heads as they rush quick to steal fruit of her labor, causing them to groan and flee as she continues on to town. Selling her wares at the small market stall, along with farmers, tailors, and craftsmen, Fortuna stares at distant silent woods with strange anxiety at something wrong, so she leaves with baskets half full of fruit, and hides in copse of oaks near the town gate. Trembling in terror at shadowy ghost that causes her to shiver in despair, Fortuna stares in shock when gang of thieves on fierce horses attack the market town, beating people and stealing all their goods, then racing wagons to their secret fort. Noting where gang of thieves base operations, Fortuna hurries back to market town and joins assembly of angry townsfolk, who vote to form army of self-defense, then leads them armed to hidden mountain fort, where they approach with stealth of cautious hope. Striding alone to guarded fortress gate, Fortuna shouts that she punishes crime and comes to kill them all, but they all laugh and carelessly leave strong protective walls, so townsfolk attack and kill every thief, then take their goods home to victory feast. Crowned as their noble hero of defense, Fortuna sits on throne in feasting hall, remaining cautious as they sing and dance, fighting back when surviving thieves attack to kill assassins with sharp justice sword, then drinks wine as townspeople cheer her rule.
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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Monday, January 19, 2026
Monster Of My Fantasy
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings tale of Fortuna whose cautious alertness keeps her market town safe from thieves.
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