Sharp Wand Of Wisdom © Surazeus 2022 12 22 Deep in fiery volcano of my heart I forge gold crown of innocent faith with hammer blows of suffering in despair to mold harsh anguish from terrible fear at horror of violent death that destroys our fragile bodies into rage for life. Remembering how hungry demon of hell emerged from cavern of horrible fear and tore body of my bride with sharp teeth, I strike long flame of searing iron light with hammer blows loud as her dying screams to forge sharp blade as magic wand of wisdom. Running forever through forest of ghosts tangled with terror of heart-wrenching death, I grip strong magic wand of my brave words, and shining diamond with sharp blade of truth, to face the snarling monster with sharp death in brutal battle of kill or be killed. Wearing bright gold crown that haloes my head with blinding rays reflected from the sun, I run howling at demon of despair that shrinks back startled by aggressive force of desperate hope I project when I thrust sharp wand of wisdom deep into its heart. Crowned with gold ring of invisible power, studded with jewels that reflect sunlight, I stand triumphant with victorious strength over writhing body of the dying demon whose shrill screams echo the terrible pain my bride felt when he devoured her pure soul. Lifting dead demon on spear of my wand, I ascend ziggurat through cheering crowd, and enter temple with pillars of gold where Goddess Ishtar sits on throne of power, then grill demon steaks on the altar stone and offer sacrifice to Queen of Love. Feasting with Ishtar at Table of Friends, while Kinnaru strums lyre and sings my tale, I eat heart of the demon I destroyed so ancient spirit of its divine power fills my heart with flame of volcano fire, so I drink wine and howl with joy for life. After Ishtar takes me to bed of love she bears incarnation of my soul seed, who gazes at me with her shining eyes, so I train him with martial arts of hope to defend sacred people of our land by forging fear into sharp wand of wisdom.
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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