Doom Of My Dilemma © Surazeus 2025 06 08 Because the sturdy ship of faith I ride amid swirling waves of uncertainty bears me through thunderstorm of brutal fear to safe shores of her kind protective heart, I sail with calm assurance of her love with confidence that I will find her haven. Though I have known romantic potency through both the male and female forms of being since I struck mating snakes with piety, my heart has blossomed for the Queen of Stars whose fierce eyes cause my heart to ache with love, yet Juno may not love Tiresias. I wonder, as I watch her glide with grace in long scarlet gown of shimmering silk, waist and head ringed with jeweled bands of gold, and firm hand bearing wand with ruby gem, if our proud queen, whose command changes fate, would ever love some lowly fool like me. So my heart beats with passion of respect when Juno gazes in my loyal eyes and commands I lead gang of warriors to arrest and deport migrants and thieves from crowded slums outside Elysium to guard Olympus from unruly crowds. Honored to receive command of her heart, I feel strange anguish pierce my gasping chest when I realize with shock that she commands I abuse and injure innocent souls because they have become homeless and poor due to misfortunes gambled by Fate. Leading gang of warriors with sharp swords, I march through crowded streets of filthy slums that mushroomed outside marble walls of power, determined to obey her calm command to cleanse the fields where apple trees once bloomed by attacking people who want to live. After drenching streets of Elysian slums with blood of people who but sought refuge, I kneel before Juno in marble hall, who sits on gold throne in palace of jewels, then draw sharp sword from scabbard of my shame and thrust blade of justice into my heart. Cradling my wounded body in her arms, Juno weeps crystal tears over my death, as I gasp I had to obey he words but punished myself for killing good folk, then sink blind into doom of my dilemma, hoping she repents and changes her ways.
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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Sunday, June 8, 2025
Doom Of My Dilemma
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings tragic romance of Tiresias and Juno.
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