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.
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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Friday, November 7, 2025
Plutonian Halls Of Fame
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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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