Alone Tree Of Fate

Alone Tree Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 08 22

No black rain is falling on this bright day 
while I walk to the Alone Tree of fate 
so I can translate prophecies of change 
sung by the hissing wind of emptiness 
that batters melancholy homes of hope 
where people eat at the table of faith. 

Though spiders in the garden of lost souls 
search for my heart in shadow of the clock, 
the shepherd who finds body of his wife 
decayed in bushes by the gushing stream 
breaks the silence of God with wordless curse 
that transforms his bones into twisted steel. 

When he wanders in the pasture with cows, 
the shepherd who programs computer games 
hears crystal angels singing in tall trees, 
so he gathers trash of their broken wings 
in plastic bags he piles beside the road 
till dust of long-dead stars encrust his eyes. 

Sharp shots of guns echo in autumn woods 
where angels run in trees of bloody bones 
so ravens shriek from fragments of their mouths 
in wild laments of shattered innocence 
with prayers to clouds inhabited by gods 
who laugh with joy at causing men to fight. 

Trapped in the solitary hour of death, 
the shepherd with gun of religious pride 
considers wetness of tall hungry grass 
when Bacchus dances on his empty grave 
with sober clarity of evening hymns 
that eyeless devils sing with pious faith. 

He kneels and touches blueness of the stream 
with anguish at the desolate secrecy 
preserved in neatness of the garden path 
where toads of panic meditate all night 
against dire quietness of his cold breath 
so he clamps ears against rustle of leaves. 

Bright destitution of his childhood days 
returns with brittle innocence of love 
at that dark hour when eyes of seers expand 
with muffled clang of bells in empty church 
where angels wear masks of children we name 
before they sink in muck of holy war. 

Trapped in their mournful pilgrimage to Hell, 
the people of the nation blessed by God 
lie down together on the shattered plain 
and stare at nothingness of glowing screens 
that flash elusive visions of world peace 
till we become the gods we idolize.