Injustice Of Their Greed © Surazeus 2024 03 18 Along the apple-sweetened Anio shore Chloris runs on frail legs like wounded deer to escape gang of boys who call her whore as she finds motivation through stark fear to hide in small cave where the fox once dwelled, then weeps to know the truth that death has smelled. Heart bitter at injustice of their greed that crushes her beneath their mocking boots, Chloris scratches foul soil to find the seed that conjures magic of apple tree roots which consume corpses of boys she will kill when they lose control of their souls they spill. Sharp blade of metal she digs from wet dirt gleams in moonlight with thirst for evil blood, so Chloris glides with stealth despite her hurt, faced smeared with demonic power of mud, and finds each boy who dishonored her heart to exact revenge of his fatal chart. As ghost of sorrow, wandering misty groves, abused and discarded by gang of thieves, Chloris becomes mute absence as she roves stale valleys of tangled weeds where she grieves loss of innocence she treasured with faith in honest love that haunts her as cruel wraith. Concealed by oak leaves fluttering in the breeze, as she lingers in shadows of despair, Chloris sees her mother weep on her knees before funeral pyre that distorts hot air with flames consuming body of her soul, while Sextus scatters roses from brass bowl. Confused that they are weeping for her death, over corpse of some strange girl on the bier, Chloris hesitates and inhales deep breath to cherish love symbolized by each tear that people weep at memory of her name, remembering how she played the singing game. Deciding it is better they believe that she is dead, and nothing more than ghost whose absence they will too soon cease to grieve, Chloris retreats from alerting the host that she is still alive, then turns away to find her own new solitary way. Along the apple-sweetened Anio shore Chloris skips with wild joy that she is free to never suffer pursuit anymore, then kisses skull of Pluto by the sea where she lounges all day, eating fried fish, and reading weird tales that fulfill her wish.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, March 18, 2024
Injustice Of Their Greed
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