Woods Of My Aching Heart

Woods Of My Aching Heart
© Surazeus
2026 10 05

What shining spirit of justice and order 
may power my subjection of despair, 
Shamash defeating Humbaba with light, 
Apollo vanquishing Python with wisdom, 
Jesus overcoming Satan with love, 
or Beowulf battling Grendel with honor? 

What dark obscure woods of my aching heart 
must I explore with lamp of timeless faith, 
though sun-gilded tears may stream down my face, 
strange paradise of uncivilized passion 
entrapping me in labyrinth of despair, 
till I face snake-haired monster of blind lust? 

If monstrous demon of my wounded heart 
howls at my face with mocking disrespect, 
then cracks the mountain of the rumbling world 
by smacking my frail soul against the Earth, 
will I wake roaring flame of innocence 
to rise on wings and fight my hungry greed? 

If primal nature of my monkey soul 
is severed from angelic glow of faith 
that beams from spinning iron core of Earth, 
will I be baptized in pool of desire 
and cleansed of wolfish rage inside my heart 
by tender compassion of my sweet bride? 

Once I rise tall from muck of psychic birth 
and transcend monstrous passion of my heart 
to confirm my soul through strict self-control, 
will I evolve from mad demon of Hell 
to transform through creative offering 
to wise angel of Heaven with eight wings? 

Once Ishtar offers me her fertile heart 
in marriage that combines body and soul, 
and asks me with seductive voice of trust 
to fertilize her with gift of my fruits, 
as Eve ate Apple to generate life, 
will I design new world view for mankind? 

Where will I wander to find nameless ghost 
who falls in bottomless abyss of death 
after I slay great bull of the Sun God 
and feast on steaks I roast on flame of faith, 
to weep for Lycidas and Adonais 
while lost in endless labyrinth of Hell? 

Where will I build the house of seven doors, 
constructing wall with thirty-three watch towers, 
and plant Garden of Eden to raise children, 
when the lightning storm destroys it with flood 
that demolishes everything I make, 
so I sing alone on the river shore?