Gordon Flies To The Stars © Surazeus 2024 02 12 The old warrior, clutching his battle ax, its blade nicked and bent from many wild battles, stumbles dizzily over moss-slick stones to cross the silver sparkling fairy stream but sinks to boggy heath among tall thistles, and shivers with rage as he pants for breath. From painful infection piercing his chest the old warrior, shivering on river stones, shakes with body-wracking coughs of despair, then spits bloody mucus on shining muck, and wipes his nose with clumps of stinging moss, then heaves his body back on trembling legs. "I will not die," Gordon snarls in cold drizzle, "like some helpless cow fallen in the field, its stiff legs sticking up at smirking clouds, so I will seek out the most evil man who has escaped damning justice of God, and make myself instrument of revenge." Swinging his dented battle ax with rage, the old warrior howls with dire voice of God as he smashes through wood gate of the castle to spread germs to the crowd with every cough, then shouts, "Douglas, you cowardly old fool, come out and fight me, you foul murderer." Smashing barrels of cider with his ax, and chopping bags of wheat on broken carts, the old warrior laughs when Douglas appears, then snarls, "You kidnapped my daughter Margrait, raped her and beat till she almost died, then cast her out to wander fields of snow." Sobbing with rage as he glares at his rival, the old warrior crouches and grips his ax, "And when I found her huddled in dark cave her beautiful face was bloody and bruised, and she was pregnant with your demon child, then she jumped off the cliff into the sea." Lunging forward in wild feverish rage like hornless bull who fought too many battles, fierce Gordon swings his rusty battle ax, but Douglas steps aside and raises high long sword well-honed to gleam with rays of death and hacks the old bull who bleeds in cold mud. Heaving the hacked body of the old warrior on rotten wood ship with curved dragon prow, Douglas leads his clan in chant of the dead, then fires arrow with flame to pierce his shield, and red flames writhe over the silver sea as wings on which Gordon flies to the stars.
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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