Allowing You To Live © Surazeus 2025 03 01 Blue water ripples in white porcelain tub as Cassandra stretches and cleans her skin with flower-paste soap on the soft sea sponge, and flames of candles delicately dance in soft river breeze among plum tree limbs that gleam black in purple evening dusk glow. Long red silk gown draped around her lithe curves flutters in river breeze tinged by moonlight as Cassandra glides gracefully alone past portraits of ancestors that swell bright and reach gaunt ghostly hands to grasp her hair that swirls free from desperation to live. Climbing tall maple tree on the hill top, Cassandra gazes far across broad valley where the river winds among orchard groves with seven villages where angels dwell in stone cottages with gardens of herbs, and cries at vision of them all in flames. Approaching locked door of the castle tower, Cassandra gestures hand sigils to spark invisible flame that knocks the door open, then climbs stairs winding up into the sky to find her daughter Rapunzel hogtied, so she cuts ropes and they flee down the stairs. Five men with swords surround the open door so Cassandra swirls and knocks them all down, then crouches in martial stance of calm force to fight Tereus, who kidnaps young girls, but he shoots her with bullet from long gun and she lies bleeding under the red moon. Weeping distraught at cruel death of her mother, Rapunzel flees through mist in mountain woods, clambering past tangled vines of despair till she lies gasping by small sparkling pool as gold sunlight gleams through indifferent pines, trying not to scream loud as she births her child. Cradling new-born baby in trembling arms, Rapunzel gazes in her silver eyes with heart-breaking ache of desperate love that banishes her vow of just revenge to drown child of her rapist after birth, unable to commit that tragic act. "By allowing you to live, my dear Sibyl, I reward evil man, driven by greed, who kidnapped me and locked me in his tower, then forced me to bear child against my will, with life for immortal soul of his genes, but you are innocent of his foul crime."
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Saturday, March 1, 2025
Allowing You To Live
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Orpheus woos Sibyl as she picks strawberries by the sparkling river, strumming lyre of Mercury and singing sweet hymns as she shyly dances for him.
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