To Love Angel Of Death © Surazeus 2023 06 30 Lost in the castle maze of dreams with Kafka because I have no guide like Beatrice to lead me safe through dark caverns of Hell and up rugged mountain of Purgatory, I walk with Eve from Eden before dawn to cross Slough of Despond and enter Gotham. I should not try to love Angel of Death because she is indifferent to all life, yet I would cross the gushing stream of hope to save the person I love from despair for she inspires me to express my truth as I create new life before I die. When Happiness thrusts spear of arrogance to stab the Angel of Death through her heart I throw myself in front of her as shield to save immortal spirit of her soul for I would sacrifice my precious life so she can live beyond eternity. Far in the distance over misty heath I heart strange eerie melody of pain emanate from rocky vale of desire so I grasp fear with passion of my heart and climb rugged mountain of Purgatory to find Angel of Death in apple grove. Face glowing whiter that the midnight moon, the Angel of Death wearing black lace dress invites me to dwell in her Bower of Bliss where Orpheus plays gold lyre by the pool and Gorgon dances with snakes in her hair so I lounge under Sword of Damocles. Yet as I linger by the River Styx where White Hart grazes among rustling reeds I feel intense desire inside my heart swell huge from sharp anxiety of fear bright as pure lilies bloom from slimy mud to translate howl of sea waves into song. No Beatrice leads me to the Promised Land yet I always find my way to Elysium where shy Artemis strings her yew bow taut with gut cords from the white cow of Europe who bids me follow her on winding trail to the ziggurat where Ishtar still rules. Because I choose to love Angel of Death she holds my trembling hand with selfless love to charge my heart with energy of faith as we walk side by side on ocean beach because I know that I will die someday and leave my spirit awake in my children.
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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