Eye Of The Rainbow Stone © Surazeus 2025 11 09 Without sweet sorrow of eglantine flowers my heart cannot remember fear of death, so I too bravely wander in the world despite alarm of caution in my heart that blares at sight of anything unknown, though I peer through eye of the rainbow stone. Three times each day I pray to God of Death who wakes my heart to beauty of this world so I perceive true essence of each thing that radiates nuclear spirit of the sun as I investigate nature of life that glitters in eye of the rainbow stone. Though my soul was conceived beneath that star which guides eccentric fate of wanderers, I play both prince and pauper in the world through romance of transcending poverty by working hard with crafting hands of hope to draw wealth from eye of the rainbow stone. Since pleasure of true love has been no more that whisper of the drowsy summer breeze, I incarnate deep joy from ache of pain to warm my heart on bitter winter nights by laughing as I sing with hungry angst, trapped by dream in eye of the rainbow stone. When I find brave Brunhilde with sea-wild eyes surrounded by high ring of flaming fire, I wrestle Death with courage of desire to free her from horrible truth of death till horn blast of my heart breaks prison walls as foretold by eye of the rainbow stone. Still lost in mist Death only can breathe clear, I lead Brunhilde through dark wire-tangled maze to secret Garden of Gethsemane where Odin hangs from the cosmic ash tree as sacrifice to save humanity from demon in eye of the rainbow stone. While clutching bayonet of national pride, I charge through howling hordes of warriors to find myself in grim Plutonian cave before awful face of Persephone who gives me pomegranate of respect that blossoms from eye of the rainbow stone. Insouciant that Brunhilde may ever love courageous honor of my warrior soul, I stand as guardian at the pearly gates while angels play harps in grand mirrored halls though millions starve from sea to shining sea, nameless ghosts in eye of the rainbow stone.
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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