Maze Of Edinburgh Castle

Maze Of Edinburgh Castle
© Surazeus
2025 07 20

Having lived in the cold Castle of Maidens 
in lush dale on jagged hill of Alauna 
for one thousand winters of swirling snow, 
I can comprehend weird song of the wind 
that details endurance of humankind 
as we strive to evolve into star gods. 

Three thousand summers ago I arrive, 
sailing from Phoenicia to land of Eydin, 
and build stone ziggurat on castle rock 
where I reign with spirit of Queen Shapash, 
commissioned to maintain Lamp of the Gods 
preserving eternal Flame of Shahar. 

When Wotan climbs slope of the rocky hill 
he finds graceful woman with long black hair 
who brews sweet honey mead in large brass cauldron 
beside round pool before the tall stone tower 
where ravens flap black wings of certitude 
as he drapes warm wolf-fur cloak on her shoulders. 

Each spring equinox eve at the full moon 
the Wotadini in lush lands of Eydin 
gather in the dale on hill of Alauna 
and listen to young dancing women sing 
to crown our May Queen for the coming year 
while Wotan presides over the tribe feast. 

After living in the Castle of Maidens 
one thousand years with chirping birds and apples, 
I replace my green silk gown of the princess 
with white linen dress of the kitchen cook, 
and escape Prison of the Patriarchy 
to sail with Pilgrims to the Promised Land. 

Now three hundred years later my heart aches 
to walk again gray halls of whistling wind 
that wind in the maze of Edinburgh Castle 
where my spirit had dwelled three thousand years 
with singing skull of Orpheus in my hand 
so I can read runes gleaming in the sky. 

When Ophelia returns from the woods, 
gathering herbs along Water of Leith, 
she asks me if I remember the hour 
the world was born from womb of Mother Earth, 
so I strum strings of my polished Clarsach 
and sing the Lay of Margaret Queen of Alba. 

Illusions of our national legacy 
flash in the hopeful mirror of my eyes 
till pretty fantasies of ancient times 
dissipate in glow of the noonday sun 
which luminates tall oak trees in my yard 
as I hum spells with weird song of the wind.