Sunday, November 17, 2024

Face Of My Tribal Soul

Face Of My Tribal Soul
© Surazeus
2024 11 17

I wear ancient face of my tribal soul 
designed by each ancestor who survived 
hungry monsters haunting indifferent world 
on difficult quest in landscape of fear 
to find the secret of eternal life 
in eyes of my soulmate who understands. 

Holding hands with innocent trust of love, 
we stroll winding road of companionship 
to share tales of our lives before we met 
as we plan where we would like to go next 
to fulfill our desires living in peace 
and raising children we create with love. 

When gang of men surrounds us with wood wands 
I crouch in martial stance of fortitude 
then fight thieves with my brass diamond-tipped wand 
that splinters their arrogance with calm grace 
so they flee in panic in shadowed woods, 
leaving us to continue on our way. 

Discussing tricks for brewing honey wine, 
we stop by temple of the weeping god 
when gang of men return with their old king 
who commands I give him bride of my heart 
so he can breed strong children from her womb, 
and he will let me slave if I submit. 

When I defy old tyrant to his face, 
requesting he let people live in peace, 
he orders archers to shoot, so I twirl 
wand of wisdom that deflects every arrow, 
then I break wheels of his grand chariot, 
causing him to fall face down in the dirt. 

After I kill his soldiers who attack, 
I help old trembling king stand on his feet, 
then ask him why he kidnaps free-born girls, 
but he invites me to pyramid hall 
where he gives me crown to rule in his place, 
so my bride places jeweled ring on my head. 

Priests rush and try to chain my arms and legs 
to throne of judgment, but I leap away 
and strike their heads with magic wand of truth, 
then trembling king explains how they forced him 
to issue decrees that increase their wealth, 
so I kill them, and give him back his crown. 

Holding hands with trusting bride of my heart, 
I leave pyramid of power behind 
so he can continue to rule the world 
while we raise wise children at our country farm, 
feasting and dancing each safe evening night 
while sons of the dead king fight for his crown. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus visits country farm and plays lyre by the glowing hearth to sing about the civil war between three sons of the old tyrant who has died, so the people long for the wise humble king.

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