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Friday, November 7, 2025

Plutonian Halls Of Fame

Plutonian Halls Of Fame
© Surazeus
2025 11 07

Death welcomes me to her bountiful feast 
each day I visit her cavern of gems 
that gleam with bright Plutonian light of stars 
which she brews in nutritious wine of fear 
which intoxicates my heart with pure love 
for all conscious souls of the multiverse. 

Venomous wine, brewed with demonic blood, 
inebriates my sponge brain so I perceive 
strange shadows cast on mirror of the world 
by ghostly absence of people I know 
whose voices echo softly in cold breeze 
that scatters pages of books in my house. 

Numb from excess sparks of telephone wires, 
I watch as Thea tries to rouse Saturnus 
from sorrow of defeat in civil war 
when bold Hyperion cast him from high clouds, 
so my hand offers cup of demon blood 
which transforms his body in polished marble. 

Bright shadows of melodious utterance 
bleed bitter words of epic deeds on vellum 
that guide my feet in melancholy trance 
to eternal domed monument of fame 
where Pythia waits in hooded sacrament 
to bless my heart with solemn prophecy. 

Sole priestess who still sings in the waste land 
extracts shade of memory from my breast 
so I expand through planetary eyes 
enormous as fermented lakes of faith 
when I unravel web of holy lies 
to find I am Saturnus in grim woods. 

Though no force seems to wake me from my trance 
I breathe celestial flames of innocence 
that rouse me from my slumbrous solitude 
to stride reborn through crowded city maze 
and sing with bold pernicious code of fate 
to claim moral victory against greed. 

No more will I bewail my earthly loss 
since I strum dolorous tunes of respect 
on tragic harp of earnest honesty 
so faceless gods humanity forgot 
may never fade in mist of history, 
preserved as masks in hall of global fame. 

In form of grand Saturnus every day 
I feast well in Plutonian halls of fame, 
then strum my tragic harp to recite tales 
recording fate of every conscious soul 
who ever wakes in fleeting dream of life, 
then place mask of their soul on wall of death. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus offers Saturnus plate of roast beef with baked potatoes, and bowl of cottage cheese with pineapple rings, so they feast and share anecdotes about the fall of America.

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