Weird Beauty Of The Dead
© Surazeus
2026 10 27

Perched on polished shelf in Museum hall,
my skull will sing my puzzling prophecies
ten thousand years after I turn to dust,
for I have seen weird beauty of the dead
who follow me down to the cave of dreams
where they are shadows haunting books of tales.

After I leave ghost of Eurydice,
who haunts quaint bookstores of small college towns,
I wander by deep river of lost souls
where I spy corpse of sweet Ophelia
floating on cold waves of bitter tears
while clutching flowers of Persephone.

I hear voice of the world in tweets of birds
whose melodies enchant our wounded hearts
with vision of life blooming from our death,
but humans remain dead in dust of Earth
while flowers bloom again as the world turns
so I become laments sung for the dead.

While I continue living in this world,
singing sweet tunes of elegiac desire
for lovers to embrace with loyal trust
to generate new life before they die,
ghost of my hope as fertile bride I lost
haunts liminal space between life and death.

Holding hands with gentle Ophelia
as we stroll garden of Hesperides,
my mind projects ghost of Eurydice
so I sense nearness of her absent being,
but when I turn at flash of her sweet thought
I see Ophelia smiling with faith.

No human ever born from womb of fate,
flesh animated by spirit of hope,
has ever returned from blank nothingness
once our fragile forms of thought dissipate,
yet still the living wake with otherness
that binds our hearts with memories of the dead.

Awake with luminous song of my Self,
which emanates from God Eye of the All,
I translate dreams of stars to human songs
that mirror abyss of the hungry heart
so we assert attention of control
to balance passion swirling through our souls.

With rhythmic pulse of energetic faith
our bodies writhe in ecstasy of love
so we may generate from flash of hope
new body node to maintain coil of dreams
that spirals from immortal soul of genes
so Orpheus incarnates in my brain.

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Orpheus gazes in eyes of Ophelia and listens with attentive love as she explains the healthy attributes of various herbs and flowers in garden of her heart.

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