Wispy Ministers Of Fate © Surazeus 2025 11 26 When I meet wispy ministers of fate in fear-entangled woods of shadowed hopes, I project artful valor to dispel assiduous regret of tempered trust with mounting assertion of humbleness despite inflamed amazement bought by prayer. Together wrapped in warm embrace of fear on yellow sands of Neptune, warmed by rays of that wanton-billowed sun we evade, we imitate mute creatures with sly play for cautious arrogance through questioning based on mutual alliance of brave care. With bold conception of mortality we veil our secret fairy land with vines of random sentences that writhe in wind that no wise man would trifle for reward by howling whimsically at owl-eyed moon before mute darkness disappears our thoughts. By sweeping subtle dust behind each door, where gentle Hecate with hallowed curse displays vain presence of offended pride, we prove our widely gaping graves of faith more important than books that never cry, displacing marvels of dissembling creeds. Though folly still possesses aching hearts with clear instructions of unquenched desire, we bring together fortunes to one space where cordial negligence of redeemed friends connects shy strangers through shared suffering which should enrich our lives with common faith. Preferment constant with collected codes denies remembrance calcified with hope for those allowed to wander undeterred, yet measure fragments of unpuzzled truths, as if sweet condemnation could provide honorable chances for redemptive play. Enhanced with bravery natural to my isle, supporting park where Neptune counts his wealth, I stride with casual conquest to embrace scaled magnitude of mountainous concepts, too confident that fortune will be mine as burnished reward for sincere deeds. True wretchedness of empty gallantry bids I expand beyond bounds of belief within contrived arrest of valiant cause, based on obedient revolt against lies, so I may trick strict ministers of fate to crown my broken heart with laureled mask.
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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Wednesday, November 26, 2025
Wispy Ministers Of Fate
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Orpheus brings basket of figs to Titania who sings haunting melody of desire to minister marriage of Hecate and Neptune.
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