Tempted By Eve © Surazeus 2023 10 04 While I love to dance in the twilight zone with the horse and the wolf of my wood clan, I will return home as the rolling stone to find star-eyed lake where my soul began to bloom from sorrow of the pungent Earth in apples that nurture my soul rebirth. Always I am exiled from paradise, Adam ever seeking garden of fruit where I can give and take without the price we pay for stealing well-made crafts as loot, tempted by Eve, daughter of Proserpine, who rules cave of the sword-forging machine. Flames of forges burning in cave of power glint in diamonds on the brass crown she wears when I bring basket with the magic flower she brews in wine that transforms us to bears so we dance howling on the star lake shore till divine energy flows through our core. While Eve stands tall and still on ziggurat, paved with skulls of dragons and haughty kings, we dance around our goddess like the bat that flutters in vast clouds on vampire wings, and from cave of illusions shrieking swarm walls of paradise shattered by our storm. While angels and devils with ringing swords battle to control huge garden of fruit, Lucifer with diamond scepter cheers hordes of exiled gardeners to fight the brute who cast Eve from paradise with a sneer, now helplessly howling with broken spear. High leaping stairway to Heaven-vast hall, I charge in Olympus with quick attack to battle God in lightning-nimble brawl, urged forth with passion for justice to whack head of arrogant tyrant with sharp blow that terminates his world-oppressing show. Triumphant in Heaven from war for truth, I welcome Eve to sit on throne of power, then place gold ruby-bright crown of world faith on her humble head as she holds the flower called lily of the valley that proclaims her well-earned right to assign people names. Beside world empress, who rules as Ishtar, I wield honed sword of justice to enforce laws she decrees based on light of the star which calculates the ever-changing course of human history that becomes our fate in rise and fall of empires newly late.
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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