Scary Door Of Fate

Scary Door Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 06 28

Since there are only one hundred twenty days 
till the end of time, when hope ends in words 
sloshing louder than ocean waves at dawn, 
Orpheus sits on last park bench in town 
where seven roads converge from everywhere 
to watch people search for the pearly gates. 

Because he never knows what will come next 
in swift unspooling flash of nevertime, 
Orpheus cradles loneliness with care 
as purring kitten next to his ice heart 
that unnerves monsters with dream-grasping hands 
who stare forlorn past cracked window of hope. 

Though he suddenly tries to turn around 
and go back through the scary door of fate 
beyond parameters of endless change, 
Orpheus measures vastness of the heart 
as he falls wingless from tower of words 
based on assumption of blind privilege. 

To measure distance of the signless road 
against contingency of hopeless faith, 
Orpheus listens with attentive shock 
as soft rain sloshes muddy fields of faith 
against horizon of green elegance, 
yet he still savors passion of his youth. 

Hoping we may transcend harsh suffering, 
though we are transient shadows of sunlight, 
Orpheus folds soul of Earth in his heart 
to treasure strangeness of its hard landscape 
that molds brave bodies from relentless wind 
with durable faith in flash of cold rain. 

Achieving flight of freedom with wild wind 
against fierce judgment of time lost in gloom, 
Orpheus flees across blank land of faith 
with nothing more than black seeds in his hand 
when gangs of thieves invade his paradise 
and seize control of trees that bloom fresh fruit. 

Wrecked on storm-swirling ocean of false hope 
while searching for the fabled Promised Land, 
Orpheus follows swarm of honey bees 
to field where lavenders stand tall with pride 
in unreal meadows of observant mist 
to prove his music resurrects the dead. 

Still confident that he can sing dream tune, 
though flame of love fades with each withered year,
Orpheus plays midsummer in the north 
where faint gold rays of light may penetrate 
sad hearts with earnest swagger of old faith 
that opens scary door of fate to choice.