Weird Trance Of Faith © Surazeus 2023 09 20 While wandering in dark evening down the road beneath gold lamps that glow with fairy wings, Faust hears melancholy horn of the train, that wakes the Erdgeist from demonic sleep, blow soft across weed fields where horses graze, so he knows at last that Gretchen is gone. Through smoky bar, where boys in cowboy hats flirt with girls in skirts of denim and lace, Faust moves toward destiny bought with his soul, and after tuning strings of his guitar he sings sad ballad of the lonely girl who leaves town on the train going nowhere. Where Saturn slumbers by dark gurgling stream sweet Amaryllis, with sparkling blue eyes, dances stealthily in weird trance of faith to call from gloom of bottomless abyss seamonster Cetus with serpentine grace of the train that slithers among old hills. With voice of thunder that condemns our hunt, which tramples crops and sheep in frantic lust, half-blinded Saturn rises from despair and lumbers dark across the ruined town, destroyed by bombs from airplanes in black clouds, to kneel before empty tomb of Lenore. Though broken is the golden bowl of faith, and wild bells toll across the Stygian stream, sweet Amaryllis strides into the bar and listens to pale Faust sing tales of woe, in love with how his Mercury voice wails with melancholy passion of the train. They walk together on the busy street, the Gothic Bard beside the Pixie Sprite, so opposite in temperament of soul, then linger with beers on the river bridge to watch fireworks explode across dark sky, then almost kiss with awkward shy surprise. He sings no paean for the days of old, and she recites no elegy for joy, yet they feel spark of something beyond fear weld fractured hearts with art of Kintsugi, so they hold hands and walk the signless road where sad trains wail in misty moonlit night. Beneath the apple tree where Eve found love Faust and Amaryllis exchange gold rings and pledge eternal love on road of hope to generate new life from ache of death, deciding name for child they must create will bind protective spell to guard her soul.
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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