Temple Of The Hurt
© Surazeus
2025 11 01

Stopped in the middle of the treeless plain
where wind ghosts search for conscious stones to haunt,
Louise tries to weave silence into rain
while fooling Death with laugh so nonchalant
that he will never see her moon-bright face
so she can disappear without a trace.

Bleak barrenness of trees without green leaves
strips sultry merriment from limber bones,
asserting right to steal gloom when she grieves
telluric hunger grunged, though fate atones
for crooked laughter in paralyzed stance
when Louise lurks in huge moldering manse.

Etiolated through regressive contempt
for withered worthiness fortune deletes,
Louise evades despair, no more exempt
from solemn ritual she never completes,
despite solemn cortege of ghostly kings
who entreat Fate for secret magic rings.

Without petition to restore state of grace,
derived from legal attributes of dirt,
Louise considers searching for her face
that hangs as mask in Temple of the Hurt,
souls wounded by stark project to survive
competition where only gods survive.

Startled by sudden sough of voiceless minds
that wander lost in grim sepulchral field,
Louise spies eidolon that fear designed
from timeless vision molded on the shield
that marks where bold Achilles lies in state
which proves that none can outmaneuver Fate.

Bare feet punctured by crackling crystal rime
from frost formed by fog freezing on dead grass,
Louise listens tense for numinous chime
that tinkles soft as evanescent glass
reflecting ghosts in mirror of the mere
where empty boat floats in weird shining sphere.

When eager birds decide where to alight
with nonchalance on outstretched limbs of faith,
Louise feels vision in her mind ignite
attentive insight in heart of the wraith
that opens wings of wisdom to the sky
where she longs with passion of love to fly.

Based on paralysis of memory loss
that twists her curious mind with juggling doubt,
Louise ruminates through ennui of moss
on strange uncertainty of her Life Route
while watching flowers blossom from mucked dirt
that reveals void in Temple of the Hurt.

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Orpheus finds Louise alone in the treeless plain so he gives her a ride to the capital city where they eat steak and broccoli for lunch in Temple of the Hurt.

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