Rescue Medea From Despair © Surazeus 2024 05 31 I ask the oak standing in my front yard to recite lost tale of the Argonauts so she generates endless lines of code that program how my brain perceives the world, then prints ancient tale of Valerius on pages she binds in book of my skin. After Jason and his buddies return from stealing golden fleece from Helius, I hear them laughing in the tavern hall how they abandoned Medea on lost isle so he can marry daughter of the king, which breaks cup of my heart I cast in rage. Sailing ship named Eunoia, Loyalty, swift to rescue Medea from despair, I find Aeaea, jagged isle of Circe, shrouded in smoke from high volcanic peak, and ride rough waves that leap and buck like bull of rage with sharp horns Mithras grasps to tame. Hurled to the rocky shore by howling wind, I crawl steep winding trail around high peak to find Medea huddling in dank cave, long hair tangled by hands of Zephyrus, and blue eyes gleaming with heart-wrenching shock of hope that Jason may return for her. When I see Zephyrus attempt to rape granddaughter of Helius with selfish lust, I wrestle him with courage of respect to cast him off cliff of justice with prayer for help from Venus to protect lost girl who accepts apple from my gentle hand. Standing tall on ledge outside the dank cave as sunlight glows warm on her pain-rent face, Medea sings heart-breaking spell of hope that Jason will return with gratitude to accept true love that burns within her heart, as tears stream down her cheeks from hopeless eyes. Holding hands of Medea as she weeps, I ask if she can take my love instead since I love her as much as she loves him, vowing I will always stay by her side and care for her needs with generous hands, for I offer her life instead of death. Deciding to evade her tragic fate, Medea smiles with joy of renewed hope when she sees true love shining in my eyes, so I lead her to ship of loyalty where she stabs my soft heart, then sails away, leaving me to stare at the long-dead stars.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus takes my skull to the Temple of Saturn in Roma where I prophesy the rise and fall of empires.
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