Wispy Ministers Of Fate

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.