Fight For The Empire © Surazeus 2024 01 31 Beautiful as morning snow in dark woods, she walks on pathway through infinity to give me book of tales written with blood of brave heroes who died on battlefields defending our land against foreigners whose voices linger in sorrowful wind. The noble title he purchased with blood lies forgotten in the glass cabinet as ring of metal with clear mineral that preserves the first flash of the big bang in glitter of its heart from candlelight when guests come over for holiday meals. Weaving blankets to keep her family warm when snow-swirls veil stone castle of despair, she hides her broken heart with hymns of faith that haunt small chapel by the empty tomb many years while cars glide by on the road between the factory and the army town. Though loneliness fills her eyes with the ghost of lavender and rose on her long dress, she sells bags of groceries to working moms with same charming smile the duchess once wore when she attended the grand royal ball and sought to find the best match for her son. Transforming into the star mountain bear, he wanders dark woods just outside of town to watch his children on the school playground decide who will play the king and the pawn, then climbs back to his cave of hungry ghosts to explain magic of the telephone. Taking his wife and daughters to the zoo, where monsters and demons from fairy tales are locked in cages of reason and faith, he hides typewriter in the old oak tree bound with yellow ribbons to mourn the loss of soldiers willing to die for the king. Holding the dead rattlesnake in her hand, with bones more fragile than fairies of yore, she listens to soldiers drinking cold beer sing patriotic anthems for the dead whose ghosts wander lost in lands far away to prove our divine right to own this land. Beautiful as city lights in the smog, she drives toward home in the vast maze of myths, but stops to pray beside the empty tomb where all her fathers and mothers are bees making honey for her children to eat before they fight for the empire and die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, January 31, 2024
Fight For The Empire
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