Angelic Ghost Of Faith © Surazeus 2023 09 04 How beautiful to float in nothingness of painful light that stabs my love-numbed heart with searing agony of social shame that weighs my heart with gravity of joy transformed to shattered hope that cuts my hands from shards of dreams reflecting my despair. By taking off mask of Harriet Westbrook, that gleams with pride for fairytale romance, I expose myself as foolish Ophelia, loved and abandoned by angelic ghost who took me soaring on Icarian wings above this fragile world of constant change. We dreamed of changing life in Avalon from subversive obedience to lords who exploit labor of the working poor to build exquisite castles on their bones, transforming kingdom of wealthy vampires into Utopia where all souls live equal. Though star-eyed Percy is no Percival, enthroned by Star Father as Seer of Earth, who reigns wisely in fruitful paradise, his mind is mad with visions of world peace, so demon of his heart drives him to search for Holy Grail that shines in clouds of glory. I wish I could be Queen Mab of his hope, endowed with glory of the starry host to guide his journey for the Holy Grail when he leads revolution of the poor to cast god-favored king of greed from power, and establish commune of Avalon. Nobody in this world, controlled by men who treasure women obedient and quiet, respects my dream to build new paradise where every person lives as they desires, except for you, sweet Serpentine, my friend, who welcomes me with arms of gentle love. Sweet Serpentine with ice-cold silver eyes, your hand that holds my hand trembling with fear spreads chill of hope for peace from agony of bitter shame throughout my aching soul, so lead me into river of your love and soothe my aching heart with tender care. How beautiful to float with Serpentine, my faithful Lamian siren of true love whose heart-enchanting song of serene calm drowns painful agony of shame with bliss of timeless harmony in halcyon void where I become angelic ghost of faith.
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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