Temple Of The Hurt

Temple Of The Hurt
© Surazeus
2025 11 01

Stopped in the middle of the treeless plain 
where wind ghosts search for conscious stones to haunt, 
Louise tries to weave silence into rain 
while fooling Death with laugh so nonchalant 
that he will never see her moon-bright face 
so she can disappear without a trace. 

Bleak barrenness of trees without green leaves 
strips sultry merriment from limber bones, 
asserting right to steal gloom when she grieves 
telluric hunger grunged, though fate atones 
for crooked laughter in paralyzed stance 
when Louise lurks in huge moldering manse. 

Etiolated through regressive contempt 
for withered worthiness fortune deletes, 
Louise evades despair, no more exempt 
from solemn ritual she never completes, 
despite solemn cortege of ghostly kings 
who entreat Fate for secret magic rings. 

Without petition to restore state of grace, 
derived from legal attributes of dirt, 
Louise considers searching for her face 
that hangs as mask in Temple of the Hurt, 
souls wounded by stark project to survive 
competition where only gods survive. 

Startled by sudden sough of voiceless minds 
that wander lost in grim sepulchral field, 
Louise spies eidolon that fear designed 
from timeless vision molded on the shield 
that marks where bold Achilles lies in state 
which proves that none can outmaneuver Fate. 

Bare feet punctured by crackling crystal rime 
from frost formed by fog freezing on dead grass, 
Louise listens tense for numinous chime 
that tinkles soft as evanescent glass 
reflecting ghosts in mirror of the mere 
where empty boat floats in weird shining sphere. 

When eager birds decide where to alight 
with nonchalance on outstretched limbs of faith, 
Louise feels vision in her mind ignite 
attentive insight in heart of the wraith 
that opens wings of wisdom to the sky 
where she longs with passion of love to fly. 

Based on paralysis of memory loss 
that twists her curious mind with juggling doubt, 
Louise ruminates through ennui of moss 
on strange uncertainty of her Life Route 
while watching flowers blossom from mucked dirt 
that reveals void in Temple of the Hurt.