Demon Trapped In Her Heart © Surazeus 2026 05 25 Weird silence after the violin tune, that adjusts the universe slightly slant, convinces Charlotte she just might be dead, but she stands after the applause dies down and almost floats out of the theater because her spirit shimmers in moonlight. Shocked by shadow of her face in gold glass that wavers thin as candleflame of faith, shy Charlotte cringes when her husband grins at how he will beat her when they get home, so she tries to disappear in moonlight that wakes strange demon in stream of her heart. Beside her husband in the atrium, who chats with senators and generals, dear Charlotte hides her terror behind mask of gentle smiles and clear attentive eyes that constrain the demon trapped in her heart, while she hears voices speak in secret code. Riding with Death in black carriage of fate, that clatters wheels of fortune at midnight along the winding streets of destiny, Charlotte ponders state of eternity while breathing deep to engage in soul flight till they arrive at their palace estate. Stepping from carriage in glow of moonlight, Charlotte wraps her body in devil wings to hide her wounded heart in timeless gloom, then raises pistol in her trembling hand and fires one bullet in his glaring eye, then turns and flees into the Whisper Woods. Hiding behind the garden fountain pool, Charlotte stares in shock at the bearded man who asks her with official police voice if she saw face of the evil assassin who dropped the pistol when he fired the shot, but she shakes her head and cries in light of dawn. Gaunt face of grief hidden by black-lace veil, Charlotte beams with uncanny happiness as she listens to the old priest declare that we come from dust, and to dust return, then tosses on his coffin one red rose while heavenly angels in gold clouds sing. Sweet silence after the violin tune, that readjusts the slanted universe, convinces Charlotte she will never die, so she runs gracefully in garden maze in flirtatious chase with the young musician to kiss with passion by the apple tree.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus and Charlotte cuddle by the fountain pool to feed each other grapes and cheese, they he plays violin tune that heals her wounded heart with love.
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