Cheer Glorious Reign © Surazeus 2024 08 04 Sweet pungent scent of sun-baked summer grass while I walk meadow in broad mountain vale dispels illusions of theories and states that cloud my mind with ambition for power, so all I know is timeless sense of calm that fills my heart with each celestial breath. While meditating on nature of life near wind-blown oak tree in broad mountain vale, Godefridus senses ripples of fear, so he assumes martial stance with deep breath, gripping Durandal, sword his father forged, and gave to him before his tragic death. Flicker of shadow in grove of yew trees alerts his sense of danger with alarm so he leaps high on wings of Icarus to battle thirteen devils on black robes sent by his uncle in tall castle tower to assassinate claimant to the throne. Sturdy blades of thin swords, honed sharp as rays of sunlight gleaming in the waterfall, flash as they clang in swift battle of wits when Godefridus leaps and twirls with grace, and somersaults to nick their exposed flesh, then lands firm on Earth as they all fall dead. Gripping brass key, that hangs next to his heart, Godefridus unlocks huge castle door and climbs stone stairs, cluttered with skeletons, that wind in spirals toward eye of the sun, to find his uncle, ancient bearded king, slouched half-paralyzed on gold jeweled throne. Attempting to forget games of state power, I left society of men behind and wandered carefree in high mountain vale, eating fruit given by bountiful Nature, and strumming lyre of Mercury in peace while gazing in eyes of woman I love. Yet Fate has other designs for my life and caused you to drag me back into Hell where I might fight to rule the world with wits when you sent assassins of your cruel greed who sprang from bitter hatred of your heart to spoil my peaceful paradise with war. Beheading old king with sharp Durandal, Godefridus places bright jeweled crown on his own head, sighs, then steps before crowd of nobles and priests in large castle court who cheer glorious reign of the Hidden Dragon when he raises the Holy Grail and drinks.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus plays lyre and sings at grand feast celebrating the crowning of the Hidden Dragon as new King of the Holy Land.
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