Lost World Of Zarathium © Surazeus 2023 11 23 The casual way leaves fall into my hair reminds me of the childhood game I played where I made graves in tree-shaded backyard for every person I saw die in movies, then prayed to Saturna, the Raven Witch, to guide their souls safe to Zarathium. From swirling mist of twilight Autumn eve Saturna glides on black wings of despair, and, with long twisted oak-tree arms, applies weird fairy glamor to my aching heart so I feel soothing tinge of ancient love that flows from dream wells of Zarathium. Strange aching sorrow of eternal death strikes thin Mercury shiver of hope deep to freeze core of my bones with happy horror flashing illusions of my naked soul as beautiful mask in clear global mirror that reflects lost world of Zarathium. With gentle kiss of her soft blood-stained lips, Saturna raises winged horse from the dead so I rise from chilling slough of despond to walk beside her on the signless road along jagged ridge of bare golden hills that lead us to vale of Zarathium. Long dragon-clawed fingers from tangled vines grip my throat with sharp cackle of regret when Taliesin emerges from dark cave to hiss with serpent tongue in arcane code terrible secret of eternal life that bonds my heart close to Zarathium. Awake from strange dreams in my own backyard, I take guitar I stole from grave of Hermes and stand on busy street corners in towns to sing weird visions of lost fairy land to people driving past in motor cars as if I am still in Zarathium. Dipping raven-feather quill in snake blood, I write arcane riddles with Odin Runes to record my journey to Hell and back where Taliesin taught me how to sing spells that enchant people with dreams they forget so they will never find Zarathium. Each evening after I design dream maps to generate virtual world in terrain, I strum guitar of Mercury and sing prophecies no one will ever believe, then dance with Saturna, my Raven Witch, in hidden garden of Zarathium.
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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