Back To Jerusalem At Last © Surazeus 2023 12 25 Strange stories we tell on cold winter nights about blind ghosts among red flowers weeping reveal harsh ancient truths we would forget as we drink hot wine to lament life fleeting with wild tempestuous storms that blow away and leave us in sunlight as fruit trees sway. Sweet scent of dinner roasting in the hearth brings us back home inside fragile walls dreaming too long with numb complacency of peace till planes of tyranny shatter with bombing this prison paradise where angels show death approaches with gentle fall of snow. Since none are left to record our despair long after wind disperses cold ash smoking, we gather in hard rubble of our hopes to sing hymns of our savior never coming, as we walk backward on the signless road with nothing but heavy hearts for our load. Alone within the murderous winter blast, I find wind-worn statue of Odin bleeding tears of anger from his demonic heart to measure meteors from starless skies streaming that twist our principles with hungry angst in search for dark vale where we dwell ensconced. Through revolution of the hardy mind, eager to transform with the times unchanging, we fight harsh tyranny of castle kings who relinquish power of wealth unwilling, when engine of fate realigns our stars through quick replacement of horses with cars. Perched on cathedral wall of world empire, with arrogant wings of pride overreaching, I lunge from Heaven with demonic urge to challenge the general with tanks skull-crushing, till my world vanishes in flames of war when the hidden dragon begins to roar. When birthtown of their ancient tribal god is bombed to rubble by the mad king screaming, the new world savior is randomly born from humble frightened mother past redeeming, so crippled dragon born from nuclear blast shambles back to Jerusalem at last. Yet far away in Appalachian hills the half-blind prophet bard in anguish mumbling erases clear epiphany from truth which conceals grand plan of the wizard scheming to spread democracy to the whole world as holy mission of the cosmic herald.
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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