Wispy Ministers Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 11 26

When I meet wispy ministers of fate
in fear-entangled woods of shadowed hopes,
I project artful valor to dispel
assiduous regret of tempered trust
with mounting assertion of humbleness
despite inflamed amazement bought by prayer.

Together wrapped in warm embrace of fear
on yellow sands of Neptune, warmed by rays
of that wanton-billowed sun we evade,
we imitate mute creatures with sly play
for cautious arrogance through questioning
based on mutual alliance of brave care.

With bold conception of mortality
we veil our secret fairy land with vines
of random sentences that writhe in wind
that no wise man would trifle for reward
by howling whimsically at owl-eyed moon
before mute darkness disappears our thoughts.

By sweeping subtle dust behind each door,
where gentle Hecate with hallowed curse
displays vain presence of offended pride,
we prove our widely gaping graves of faith
more important than books that never cry,
displacing marvels of dissembling creeds.

Though folly still possesses aching hearts
with clear instructions of unquenched desire,
we bring together fortunes to one space
where cordial negligence of redeemed friends
connects shy strangers through shared suffering
which should enrich our lives with common faith.

Preferment constant with collected codes
denies remembrance calcified with hope
for those allowed to wander undeterred,
yet measure fragments of unpuzzled truths,
as if sweet condemnation could provide
honorable chances for redemptive play.

Enhanced with bravery natural to my isle,
supporting park where Neptune counts his wealth,
I stride with casual conquest to embrace
scaled magnitude of mountainous concepts,
too confident that fortune will be mine
as burnished reward for sincere deeds.

True wretchedness of empty gallantry
bids I expand beyond bounds of belief
within contrived arrest of valiant cause,
based on obedient revolt against lies,
so I may trick strict ministers of fate
to crown my broken heart with laureled mask.

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Orpheus brings basket of figs to Titania who sings haunting melody of desire to minister marriage of Hecate and Neptune.

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