Acceptance Of Her Fate © Surazeus 2024 01 14 Through eerie silence of the starless woods toward Heaven shining on the distant hill I ride black horse in nothingness of night to deliver messages of lost hope to people dancing in the mirrored hall before planes bomb it into shattered dreams. Cracked hoofs clatter on iced cobblestone road before gold gates of Heaven lined with pearls because they gleam bright locked against despair, so I hold high messages of lost hope and shout into the silent gloom of night, yet tunes of the orchestra mute my voice. Huge palace of Heaven where the king dwells with extensive clan of proud royalty looms high above bold hill of chanting skulls, great walls of courage and pillars of faith that shelter pantheon of noble gods who feast and dance in hall of timeless joy. Faint buzz of wasps that haunt my bloodied helm alert my cautious horror through stark fear as hum swells louder into dragon roar when fleet of airplanes with Daedalian wings soars up from caverns of Plutonian Hell to aim fierce rage at haughty monarchy. My black horse rears and strikes hoofs at cold wind when I scream with frustration of despair in vain attempt to alert the proud king who dances with his queen on marble floor with elegant grace of power and wealth as fleet of planes zooms above his fail roof. With helpless horror on my prancing horse I watch planes buzzing like a swarm of wasps drop slender filaments of silver light, round like eggs of dragons in fairy tales, smashing grand palace of Heaven with blasts that explode into flashing swirls of flame. Knocked to the ground by shock waves of bomb blasts, my horse and I lie stunned under red clouds then he leaps to his feet and flees away, so I stumble through mangled pearly gates to enter grand Heaven for the first time where powerful gods lie bleeding to death. Lifting beautiful daughter of the king, who laughed with joy beside the garden pool when I read her poetry of our love, I hold her fragile body in my arms and kiss her as her eyes of gentle faith gaze through me with acceptance of her fate.
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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