Pilgrimage Of Bitter Ghosts

Pilgrimage Of Bitter Ghosts
© Surazeus
2025 10 03

Because Fortune crowns her the superstar, 
endowed with glamorous beauty of the soul, 
she rides on the white horse with rainbow wings 
in golden twilight over city streets 
to scatter pages torn from holy books 
as gifts for children of the Promised Land. 

Encased in simplicity of the flame, 
that glows from cosmic wheel of innocence, 
she blooms as flower of Elysian Fields 
to masquerade as Queen of Liberty 
bestowing meaning on the useless souls 
who play in abstraction of paradise. 

Alert on pilgrimage of bitter ghosts 
through esoteric function of the heart, 
she proves our bodies glow with divine souls 
that flicker bright on mirror of the mind, 
convinced that reverence means nothing more 
than mimicking the roles dead gods perform. 

Trapped in the silent language of our breath, 
that we forget we forge from lightning strikes, 
she measures emptiness of hollow hearts 
which vibrate loud on lonely mountain slopes 
where we explore split echo of despair 
that floats mute in transparent thoughts of rain. 

To lift her gaze unto the mountain peak, 
that shimmers white from timeless snow of faith, 
she reassembles darkness of the mind 
with crimson sorrow of astonishment 
that jolts our bodies from grave of contempt, 
corrupted by the certainty of death. 

Though weightless in electrified concern, 
fragmented by the crack of laughing glass, 
she paints weird portrait of my normal face 
with putrid beauty from Utopia 
on fractured wall of earnest honesty, 
disturbed by endless jokes policemen pray. 

Concealed in moss-cloaked stone of bitter faith 
by white breath of the silver birch at dawn, 
she paints grand mural of the human race 
evolving into empires ruled by kings 
who drink blood of the people with fierce greed 
from terror that we understand their fear. 

Garuda rises from volcano cave 
with heavy slowness of demonic pride, 
so she considers why all gods will die 
once they are forgotten by followers 
who seek another god to venerate 
while lost on pilgrimage of bitter ghosts.