Weird Oracle Of Nature

Weird Oracle Of Nature
© Surazeus
2026 03 26

With sharp alertness in cold morning dawn 
I hear weird oracle of nature sing 
urgent mission to play the king, not pawn, 
but I prefer to wear the magic ring 
that renders me invisible to eyes 
which gleam with mystery of eternal skies. 

At startling flash of red sun on far hills 
I sense weird oracle of nature glow 
with calm acceptance I must pay the bills 
or wander hungry in mute homeless snow 
that shrouds the blood-stained fields of brutal war 
with paved parking lot of the grocery store. 

Amid casual chatter of restaurants 
I hear weird oracle of nature claim 
sermons of the jester on global jaunts 
orchestrate our national power game 
that fools tyrants to think they can control 
heart of each human who plays their own role. 

From countless radios of daily news 
I feel weird oracle of nature shout 
arcane prophecies written by my Muse 
who analyzes state of social clout 
that internet influencers must yield 
to cultivate wealth from Fantasy Field. 

Concerned that humans wander lost in Hell, 
I pray weird oracle of nature preach 
draconic wisdom of the Odin Well 
encoded clear in runes my hands can reach 
when I translate strange songs of ocean waves 
to folksy proverbs my old mother saves. 

Curious to explore ruins of empires, 
I note weird oracle of nature code, 
concealed in hymns sung by celestial choirs, 
that helps me navigate the signless road 
which leads me past the hidden Promised Land, 
destined to rule the world from Samarkand. 

Amazed at timeless power of the star, 
I track weird oracle of nature flash 
that luminates Heaven of Zathamar 
where everyone lives and eats without cash 
with goods funded by the capitalist, 
then disbursed to all by the socialist. 

Reborn with mission as the cosmic herald, 
I chant weird oracle of nature clear 
so every holy temple in the world, 
united by creed of the Chanticleer, 
we convert into our Astarium 
that beams peace from heart of Elysium.