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Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Mercurial Voice Of Faith

Mercurial Voice Of Faith
© Surazeus
2026 07 28

Far from lush island of my lonely heart 
I sail ship of the sun across wild sea 
and wander lost in wilderness of hope 
four hundred years in hills of swirling mist, 
yet sweet Gritania with star-silver eyes 
calls my name with voice of the mountain wind. 

Back home to where my soul was born from stone 
I long to fly on wings of Icarus, 
but I wake here in land of Onatah 
where ringing melodies of golden harps 
are too faint for my aching heart to hear 
beneath loud rumble of machinery. 

I am no foolhardy Odysseus 
cursed to drive many turns of trickery 
down endless maze of crowded city streets, 
for I remain in hazy land of dreams 
far from stone tower on lush hill I built 
where harp of my heart moans in lonely wind. 

Annoyed at ache of longing in my heart 
to return home across the wine-dark sea 
on ship I build from strong paternal bones, 
I strum guitar Taliesin gave to me 
and sing psalms with mercurial voice of faith 
that Fortune will give me fate that I choose. 

Another sad song no one wants to hear 
unravels ache of wisdom in my heart 
so I continue to sing cryptic spell 
depicting quest to build new Wonderland 
which we pursue with brave naivety 
though I almost drown in vast sea of tears. 

I want to shuffle off this mortal coil 
and spring on vibrant wings of Icarus 
to fly beyond bounds of this spinning globe, 
but spirit of my conscious sense of self 
is conjured by quick memories of my brain 
so I am bound to dwell within its frame. 

Gold lion on shore of my Isle of Skythe 
strums Harp of David with eccentric style 
that stirs my heart from mute youth of despair 
to prophesy new age of unity 
when Gothinia, Zarathia, and Russia 
will form new world Empire of Anglonesia. 

Safe in castle tower on Isle of Skythe 
I long to dwell with wise bride of my heart, 
but I remain in Appalachian hills 
safe in our home where blind devils stand guard 
while I strum ancient Lyre of Mercury 
and sing psalms with mercurial voice of faith. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus wanders in the crowded amusement park of Wonderland, bemused by all the interesting people in their excited family units of ancient souls.

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