Pink Rose Of Doom © Surazeus 2022 12 19 The mad ballerina and the shy clown fall in love on island of the white wolf so they hold hands and walk the quaint town that shines at night on shore of the calm gulf, then kiss by the pine tree on Christmas Eve before he must get on the plane to leave. The mad ballerina dances on stage before the audience of wealthy vampires who applaud homage to the golden age when they ruled over global corporate empires then she retreats to haven of her cave where she composes songs of the sea wave. The shy clown flies to ancient Zathamar, the weird capital city of Gothinia, where he hunts spies in the diamond-fueled car, nestled in mountains near Bohemia, then swipes the sacred Book of Astronauts from marble Museum of Secret Thoughts. The mad ballerina in frilly dress strolls Angel Avenue in midnight rain to advocate for freedom of the press before the bloody ax of Charlemagne who chops down sacred Tree of Irminsul in tale never told to children in school. Running forever in the maze of myths, to escape messiah with flaming sword, the shy clown clutches Book of Secret Truths bound with spells by the umbilical cord to Deathless Mother of the spinning Earth who still calculates what our souls are worth. Surrounded by drunk bankers at the bar, who demand she give them what they desire, she runs swift in woods toward indifferent star safe to Camelot where she joins the choir, though the mad ballerina aches for truth known only by the real messiah sleuth. Opening steel door to the Mirror Room, the shy clown sees the sad beautiful girl who playfully toys with pink rose of doom while her finger plays with her golden curl, so he gives her wings that Icarus wove as beautiful symbols of his pure love. Accepting delicate rose of his heart, the mad ballerina flies among clouds while the shy clown updates religious chart which maps each paradise of ancient gods who wander lonely without worshippers, reborn on Earth as divine carpenters.
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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