Snarky Crow Of Prophecy

Snarky Crow Of Prophecy
© Surazeus
2025 08 26

She walks in misty woods of anywhere 
forever toward bleak light of loneliness, 
though she tries so hard not to miss the life 
she never lived in craving for relief 
since she cannot find shadow of her soul 
in solid wilderness of nothing real. 

She wants to establish the window frame 
as whole transparent plane of reference 
which separates the vast world of the viewer 
from three-dimensional illusion of space 
to imitate nature with logical portrait 
depicting how our brains perceive the world. 

She arrives at the fractured gates of Hell 
to ask the smirking centaur standing guard 
if she can give mask of her earthly self 
to someone else so they can live her life, 
but he gives her required identity card 
with her secret name no one understands. 

She looks for love in the forest of ghosts 
because the sun always explains the truth 
but instead she finds love in the wild man 
who dances laughing in the waterfall, 
but he disappears in the flock of crows 
who tell her the sun never had a face. 

She asks the snarky crow of prophecy 
about the future of her fate in life, 
so he declares with stark ominous voice 
that her casual indifference to fate 
will lead to her demise, but she just laughs 
because she knows that everybody dies. 

She lives with demon of her hungry heart 
who always treats her with gentle respect, 
giving her fruits and herbs to prepare meals, 
but she watches him with suspicious fear 
while he constructs sturdy shelter of wood 
where they huddle close when thunderstorms rage. 

She decides she will always think good thoughts 
about grand progress of humanity, 
but not too good or else she might get stuck 
in fantasy that causes her demise, 
so she keeps her view of life realistic, 
nurtured by constant alertness to danger. 

She feels tomorrow creep its petty pace 
to last particle of discarded time 
when candle of her soul will flicker out 
and leave her stranded on the empty stage 
where tears of sorrow water pretty flowers 
that bloom from the dust of her nothingness.