Dark Suicide Wood © Surazeus 2025 01 01 Still wandering nowhere in Suicide Wood, Saron slogs slough of despond in despair that he will ever find the true way out till he realizes following the sun leads him in circles, so he sits and waits, then walks toward where the sun rises at dawn. Stumbling awkwardly onto higher ground, mud-slathered feet jolted on jumbled rocks, Saron shouts with joy at the silver clouds that glimmer indifferently, yet amused, as he washes face clean in trickling stream that splashes down cliff of slime-covered rocks. As he ascends mountain of whispering mist, hand over hand in struggle to climb high, he glances down at valley of the swamp to study landscape of hell he escaped, then across to the plain of jagged rocks where he got lost in dark Suicide Wood. The guide who lead him lost on the wrong path, while telling him he knows the way to Heaven where they can work as angels earning coins delivering message scrolls for ministers, sank down into quicksand up to his waist, then vanished screaming as he writhed in vain. After winding around the mountain bulk on narrow pathway in dark tangled woods, hiding to avoid leopards, bears, and wolves, Saron arrive at last before before gold gates where bearded man in white robe asks his name, so he shows name token molded in brass. Inspecting token for authentic sign, Hadraniel opens gate of gleaming gems, so Saron walks wide avenue of trees past palaces on flat-top pyramids toward the great ziggurat of thirteen levels that looms huge as clan hill of apple trees. Pausing by pool before the ziggurat, Saron watches with calm admiring awe as Elohim ministers in white robes, and wearing gold crowns encrusted with gems, climb long stairway past guards with spears and wolves, to enter temple where El rules the world. After struggling through filthy swamp of hell and climbing jagged mountain of desire, Saron wanders the shining streets of gold, lost in the fabulous city of Heaven, till he falls asleep by tall apple tree and dreams about the serpent with red eyes.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, January 1, 2025
Dark Suicide Wood
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Orpheus watches young man wandering lost in Heaven, remembering the first time he arrived years ago to attend Academy of Lyric Bards.
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