Timeless Lyre Of Mercury

Timeless Lyre Of Mercury
© Surazeus
2026 04 27

Since I have accomplished work of my life, 
composing epic of philosophers 
to glorify deeds of searchers for truth 
through tradition of Academia, 
then you may take my hand, beautiful Death, 
and carry me to lush Elysian Fields. 

There I shall lounge for all eternity 
on orchard shores beside the River Styx, 
and strum the timeless lyre of Mercury 
to sing enchanting verses of my heart 
that form Astarian Scriptures I compose 
with you beside me in dream of our tale. 

Beneath veils of purple Wisteria, 
that scent sweet air from bower of our home, 
we chat about strange stories of mankind 
while through sun-glowing flowers bee-wings drone 
that fertilize my heart with timeless truth 
through deep analysis of social games. 

When they arrive on boat that Charon rows 
across the ceaseless tide of life and death, 
I call names of the Lost Ones killed in wars 
though they were scattered far across waste lands, 
so they relax in temple of our hearts 
and drink elixir of old memories. 

Cold as bright moon-rainbow of aching truth, 
ghosts of the countless dead in ring of stones 
dance gracefully with timeless dream of faith 
while skeletons of bodies rot in soil 
to nurture roots of fruit trees up on Earth 
where children find treasures in shadowed woods. 

Feet bleeding from our quest to find the cave 
from which First Mother birthed the human race, 
we climb the winding rocky trail of hope 
to break fetters of slavery and despair 
on endless journey to the Promised Land 
with nothing but tools in our crafting hands. 

Though it seems goodness of the crowded world 
has withered from harsh traumatic abuse 
we suffer struggling to survive each day, 
we give each other fruit we steal from Hell 
and build new Heaven with courageous hands 
so our children inherit paradise. 

When I rot mutely in tomb of my heart, 
Death may call homeless people of the world 
to gather in my mausoleum hall 
and feast on fruit from the generous Earth 
while skull of Orpheus prophecies truth 
and I play lyre of Mercury with sass.