Human Face Of Geryon

Human Face Of Geryon
© Surazeus
2026 10 08

We cannot fear ambition of the heart 
to transcend sorrow of soul-twisting pain 
till we design new myth-contriving chart 
that guides our leap through time portal of rain, 
so we walk fields of lush Elysium 
with noble vision of delirium. 

Though not as brave is honest Heracles, 
new-born as his contemporary clone, 
I face the screaming ghost with psychic keys 
who wears the human face of Geryon 
because I want to know the arcane truth 
that motivates reign of messiah sleuth. 

I climb three steps to Heaven before dawn 
to measure our indifferent universe 
where I meet Pegasus on White House lawn 
eating apples from Medusa the Nurse 
who asks me if I know the Golden Way 
that binds our lonely hearts in fertile play. 

While crossing bleak waste land of Libya, 
I throw sharp raven quill at Helios 
who gives me Holy Grail of Sylvia, 
then asks me of I know Prometheus, 
but I just want to find the Promised Land 
where Fortune doles fate with her Red Right Hand. 

When Norax, son of Hermes, calls my name 
with lunar melody through secret code, 
I climb Parnassus to hex curse of fame, 
but find Lyre of Hermes on signless road, 
so I sing romantic tunes of blind faith 
to woo humble daughter of the Star Wraith. 

After I kill cruel giant Geryon 
in battle against tyranny of greed, 
I build with laughter of Hyperion 
light house tower on cracked skull of his need 
from which I rule world empire of free will 
named Anglonesia for the Wisdom Hill. 

While sailing down the River Phlegethon 
to find apple garden in Tartarus, 
I find shy Erytheia on the phone 
arguing with the architect Sisyphus 
about reconstructing the Parthenon 
where I will rule Earth as Asterion. 

When I wake at dawn from weird fantasy 
that I wear human face of Geryon 
with solemn quest to map the galaxy, 
I play my role based on criterion 
that I am temporary soul of light 
conscious of its God Self in cosmic night.