Lady Of The Diamond Star

Lady Of The Diamond Star
© Surazeus
2026 10 15

When I find basalt tombs of sorcerers 
unshattered by proverbs of sacred books, 
I answer nothing to immortal nymphs 
who fly shrieking at me from qualming spring 
because I am the Who unprophesied by Death, 
nor is there any reason why I Am. 

I keep it secret that the Three Maries 
based operations of the Holy Grail 
in eerie grotto of Sainte-Baume massif 
from which our Merovingian tribe of seers 
expanded reign of Magdalene and Christ 
who rule Gothinia past two thousand years. 

I wish I could see eyes of Radegund, 
bright with faith in beauty of this world, 
which manifests conceptual forms of truth, 
while I recite verse of my loyal heart 
from sharp whispers of her Sibylline voice 
that glows bright in dark days of Sirius. 

Someday I hope to follow Ocean Way 
sailed by the Three Maries to hills of Mars, 
piloted also over seamless waves 
by fluent dolphin who saved Arion, 
so I may find lyre Venantius strummed 
beneath shaken fruits of Elysium. 

Though few may understand dream of my heart, 
arranged in puzzles of socialized tropes, 
I sing grand Vision of Apocalypse 
through Revelation of the Laughing Snake 
whom brave Apollo tamed with melodies 
depicting Lady of the Diamond Star. 

Because I am no pair of ragged claws 
scuttling across the floors of silent seas, 
I wear wood mask of Christ Pantocrator 
to fool the devil of the modern world 
when I seize means of production with spells 
that conjure virtual model of One Earth. 

Now under Tree of Knowledge by the lake, 
where demons of greed lurk in wounded hearts, 
I carol praise for leader of the world 
who crowns Wise Woman with respectful wreath 
to restore faith of Radegund with hope 
that Son of Meroveus will rise again. 

White star of Sirius, that twinkles swift 
with flashing scintillation of weird truth, 
which guided brave Venantius up steep path 
to liberal palace of wise Magdalene, 
illuminates path where I walk today 
to grotto where soul of Mercury waits.