Crowns Of Jeweled Power

Crowns Of Jeweled Power
© Surazeus
2025 11 08

I try not to begin with sudden rain, 
but how it leaps from hollow hole of light 
startles me awake from numb reverie 
to wonder at strange mystery of its way, 
drawing wild torrents from the surging sea 
to soak sun-sorrowed hills with agony. 

Collapsing into absence of desire, 
I hide from eager caress of cold rain 
that seeks to penetrate my silky skin 
and flush my brittle body with hot words 
from lush-grass humming of laconic lust 
that saturates my heart with subtle faith. 

Though desiccated by sardonic hope 
with arid honesty of withered will, 
I cling to concept of enormous hills 
protecting me from mockery of sharp rain 
that splatters into pungent mist of fear 
which scatters wingless soul of everywhere. 

Trees stripped of contemplative ecstasy 
endure aggressive rage of bitter rain 
so I persist beyond extracted light 
against contagious hate with polity 
by organizing ghosts through bravery 
to shelter against winter in my heart. 

Each day another seer of ancient truth 
stumbles down steep slope of indifference 
and crumbles into globs of mindless mud 
washed away by deluge of ruthless rain 
so all grand visions of his divine brain 
dissipate into mist of molecules. 

When fierce warriors with arrogant swords 
clash in civil conflict to control rain, 
Death thrusts sharp blade of pain into their hearts 
and teaches them frail vanity of pride 
as they hang impaled in helpless surprise 
that power is delusion of the weak. 

Safe in tangled web of sheltering trees, 
I watch opposing armies of fierce men 
hack each other into quivering steaks 
on which feast black-eyed ravens of blind death 
till sudden rain of indifferent thirst 
exposes fragile skulls to ache of time. 

Not even their two competitive kings 
still stand alive as they thrust blades of pride 
in cold fraternal hearts when they embrace 
and die face to face on blood-muddied field, 
so I bury their crowns of jeweled power 
hidden in hollow darkness of my heart.