Psychic Wand Of Power
© Surazeus
2025 11 29

When the time to pontificate has come
with blast of winter wind from mountain caves
I welcome Boreas to our wheat farm
where we assemble in long wooden hall
to feast on meat grilled on bright crackling flames
and sing while drinking wheat beer as snow falls.

When Boreas shoves old wizard from the chair
on which he stands with psychic wand of power
to proclaim he is ruler of our land,
I try to explain traditional ways
where we respect wise elders of our tribe
but his harsh laughter chills us to the bone.

Asserting right to live free on our land
in homes we build with crafting hands of hope,
I challenge Boreas to fight for freedom,
so we stand face to face on windy hill
and twirl to fight with psychic wand of power
in contest over whose law will prevail.

Struck down by swifter blows of lithe ballet,
I kneel defeated on hill of insight,
then labor as slave, grinding wheat to flour,
while Boreas presides from the hearth chair
as tyrant who dictates our way of life
while everyone bows their head low in prayer.

While pushing pole to roll large grinding stone
around in circles many times each day,
I feel strange energy of inner strength
surge up from pulsing center of the Earth
in vibrant waves of deifying light
till I attain new power in my heart.

Breaking rope that bound me to grinding wheel,
I hide in woods where ravens sing in oaks
to craft from rage that seethes inside my heart
long sturdy staff as psychic wand of power
which I twirl as I leap and bound to train
for solemn hour I face Boreas again.

Standing tall on windy hill of insight,
I challenge Boreas to another fight
so he arrives with haughty strut of pride,
grown weak from sitting in the chair of law,
then wails in anguish when my blow of truth
cracks his skull and knocks him to the ground.

After I execute his police gang
of fierce young men who enforced his cruel greed,
I sit in chair of law by the town hearth
and proclaim new age of justice and truth,
then raise up high my psychic wand of power
as people of our land sing joyful hymns.

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Orpheus travels across the land and sings in feasting halls the tale of how Godin defeated Boreas to free his people from tyranny.

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