Grand Wedding Feast

Grand Wedding Feast
© Surazeus
2026 02 10

So many snowflakes floating from the sky 
shroud the death-mangled world in silent beauty 
which gleams in silver eyes of young wolf boy 
who stands alone before angry bull man 
snarling at his intrusion on his land, 
in contest over who controls fruit trees. 

"I am Galates, ruler of these lands 
which I have named Galatia for my soul," 
young wolf boy declares with arrogant smirk, 
"for I am son of Celtus and Minerva, 
son of Celto and Hercules the brave, 
daughter of Britannus, king of the world." 

Snarling with rage at the arrogant boy, 
Tauriscus swings knotty club at his head, 
but lithe Galates avoids every blow, 
prancing all about as he somersaults 
with graceful gestures of martial defense, 
and mocks brute bull man with sneering insults. 

Walking to the lake with her retinue 
to gather apples from snow-frosted trees, 
Scythia, wearing long white fox-fur cloak, 
stops and turns at echoes of shouting voices, 
then gasps with concern when she sees harsh fight 
for power between bull man and wolf boy. 

When Tauriscus spies tall elegant princess, 
he rushes forward with vicious intent 
to abduct Scythia and make her his wife, 
so she shrinks back in paralyzed surprise 
as bull man grabs her waist with greedy hands 
and throws her over his shoulder with laughter. 

Grasping bow of Hercules with firm hand, 
who gave it to his mother at his birth, 
Galates chases bull man through the woods, 
breath puffing mist in frigid air of hope 
while they run swiftly over fields of snow, 
till Tauriscus threatens to kill the princess. 

Squeezing her neck with greedy hands of rage, 
Tauriscus shields himself behind her body, 
so sly Galates notches in yew bow 
sharp arrow he honed with stone of the moon, 
and aims bold justice at his glaring eye, 
then fires when Scythia twists herself aside. 

Holding hands with Scythia in red gown, 
Galates guides her in grand hall of pine 
that gleams on hill above Alesia, 
crowns princess bride Queen of Galatia, 
then sits with her before the congregation 
to host grand wedding feast for everyone. 

While Orpheus strums the lyre of Mercury 
and Phoebe sings Great Deeds of Hercules, 
Galates and Scythia drink red wine 
from jeweled grail, kiss with passionate love, 
then lead communal dance to celebrate 
his victory against cruel tyrant of greed.