Plutonian Halls Of Fame
© Surazeus
2025 11 07

Death welcomes me to her bountiful feast
each day I visit her cavern of gems
that gleam with bright Plutonian light of stars
which she brews in nutritious wine of fear
which intoxicates my heart with pure love
for all conscious souls of the multiverse.

Venomous wine, brewed with demonic blood,
inebriates my sponge brain so I perceive
strange shadows cast on mirror of the world
by ghostly absence of people I know
whose voices echo softly in cold breeze
that scatters pages of books in my house.

Numb from excess sparks of telephone wires,
I watch as Thea tries to rouse Saturnus
from sorrow of defeat in civil war
when bold Hyperion cast him from high clouds,
so my hand offers cup of demon blood
which transforms his body in polished marble.

Bright shadows of melodious utterance
bleed bitter words of epic deeds on vellum
that guide my feet in melancholy trance
to eternal domed monument of fame
where Pythia waits in hooded sacrament
to bless my heart with solemn prophecy.

Sole priestess who still sings in the waste land
extracts shade of memory from my breast
so I expand through planetary eyes
enormous as fermented lakes of faith
when I unravel web of holy lies
to find I am Saturnus in grim woods.

Though no force seems to wake me from my trance
I breathe celestial flames of innocence
that rouse me from my slumbrous solitude
to stride reborn through crowded city maze
and sing with bold pernicious code of fate
to claim moral victory against greed.

No more will I bewail my earthly loss
since I strum dolorous tunes of respect
on tragic harp of earnest honesty
so faceless gods humanity forgot
may never fade in mist of history,
preserved as masks in hall of global fame.

In form of grand Saturnus every day
I feast well in Plutonian halls of fame,
then strum my tragic harp to recite tales
recording fate of every conscious soul
who ever wakes in fleeting dream of life,
then place mask of their soul on wall of death.

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Orpheus offers Saturnus plate of roast beef with baked potatoes, and bowl of cottage cheese with pineapple rings, so they feast and share anecdotes about the fall of America.

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