Brave Community Of Ghosts
© Surazeus
2026 10 16

Since every temple where men worship gods
have been built by bleeding hands of faith,
I climb stairway to Heaven where glass skulls
sing hymns of sorrow from the human heart
that hypnotize my heart with siren spells
so I almost shipwreck on rocks of truth.

With laughter of deep-rooted trees of fear
we find that when we solve catastrophe
of shattered truth in puzzles of respect,
we bond in brave community of ghosts
who carve our new personality masks
so we personify our souls as gods.

Despite stark passion to preserve my soul
beyond decay of flesh to wordless dust,
I channel fierce incorrigible need
to transform wreckage of mortality
in gold-paved maze of grand celestial halls
where we dance in mirrored haze of dreams.

On mortal feet of uncelestial hope,
to span isolation of inner peace
in august columns of world theaters,
star-forged from twisted agony of faith,
I breach liminal space of tragic loss
to cradle wounded goddess in my heart.

Though idols of every god who has lived
as mortal human struggling to survive
with courage enough that molded their soul
in marble statue that personifies
their heroic victory against death,
shine in temple of faith, I live my way.

So many centuries of change have passed
since we constructed from bones of the Earth
Temple of Segesta on stony hill
of sorrow for how Death claims every soul,
yet I long to return on swan-brave wings
to dwell again beneath its sheltering roof.

Relaxed in garden of seaside chateau
beside square fountain where black swans flap wings,
I strum the lyre of Mercury and hum
heart-wounding psalms that old David composed,
as Edith conjures butterflies from Hell
in memory of our long-deserted temple.

In Temple of Segesta I still play
lyre of Mercury with dream-weaving hands
to mend wounded hearts with aoidic tunes
that immortalize weak humans as gods
to glorify mortals who wrestle death
as spirits that transcend our tragic fates.

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Orpheus wanders bleary-eyed in deserted roofless Temple of Segesta, calling out the names of Muses whose voices once enchanted our lonely hearts with hope.

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