Child Of The Mountain

Child Of The Mountain
© Surazeus
2026 03 28

When child of the mountain calls my true name 
with innocent voice of wind in damp vales, 
I run through deep forest of singing pines 
to heed strange clarion call of the sky 
so I fight for grand cause of liberty 
then weep silver tears on graves of your souls. 

If child of the mountain remembers why 
we trace wings of sparrows in silver mist, 
he might find abandoned home of his heart 
where skull of his father prophesies deeds 
that he will perform on ambitious stage 
while chasing illusions of power and peace. 

Though child of the mountain on signless road 
hears soft sound of silence in dim-lit streets, 
he runs in green rain along railroad tracks 
to find the overflowing well of desire 
where serpents of wisdom slither as Runes 
that glimmer with neon signs of the truth. 

Still child of the mountain searches for love 
along narrow streets of wet cobblestone 
while bearing broken lamp of curious fear 
till he finds ten billion people at dawn 
milling in silence by fountain of tears 
who wake in surprise at voice of his heart. 

Yet child of the mountain touches your heart 
with intricate stories of suffering 
that translate eternal song of the sea 
to clever riddles that make us all laugh 
with tears of happiness when we meet Death 
in our journey on sandy shores of faith. 

Since child of the mountain writes prophecies 
with heart-broken angst on tenement halls, 
we gather in Temple of Fallen Gods 
to share strange stories of our surreal dreams 
when angels in Heaven destroy our homes 
with silver bombs of imperial pride. 

Till child of the mountain is born again 
as Christ anointed with black engine oil, 
which lubricates engine of global wealth, 
he guides refugees from religious wars 
with map of Hell Dante left in his will 
to find Weeping Mother in cave of faith. 

Now child of the mountain appears from smoke 
that billows from temples bombed by contempt 
and blows loud horn of Joshua at dawn 
to lead our nation against haughty kings 
and build from ruins of America 
world democracy of Zarathia.