Wind Of Endless Sorrow
© Surazeus
2025 04 06

Flapping his arms as if they are crow wings,
he follows her into the bitter sunset
to find the tattered remnant of his soul
snagged on the bare branch of the apple tree
that grows twisted sideways from the steep cliff
and flutters in the wind of endless sorrow.

Alone in darkness of the everywhere,
he drinks sweet sadness of the flowing stream
that chills his heart with memory of her eyes
deeper blue than ice on the faceless pond
where tattered remnant of his soul floats pale
as eyeless fish of eternal desire.

Kneeling carefully in terrible pain
beside the pond with mask of fractured ice,
he reaches out to touch shimmer of light
that pierces his uneasy heart of hope
with wordless horror he cannot accept,
but stares forever at her tangled hair.

Too late to know the laughter children steal,
he watches young girl twirling in sunlight
with charming laughter of spring rain on flowers
whose eyes create the world of truth he loves,
whose words design the tree of faith he loves,
but wakes alone at dawn beside her corpse.

Returning to walled fort on the hill top,
he strides forcefully through the busy crowd
to grab fur cloak of the tall laughing boy
and shouts, "I saw you shove her off the cliff
when she offered you sweet fruit of her heart,"
then punches his face with snarl of disgust.

Grim father of the tall laughing boy growls,
drags him out to the twisted apple tree
where tattered dress of the girl flaps in wind,
then binds his arms and legs with leather straps,
and hangs him upside down over the cliff
where he sways back and forth in chilly wind.

Hanging from twisted apple tree of love
over abyss where the girl he loves lies
broken by the frozen pond of his heart,
he sings mercurial melody of sorrow
in eerie wail beneath the weeping moon
till he becomes the crow who understands.

After hanging high for nine days and nights
from the twisted apple tree of his heart,
he finds himself unbound on rain-wet grass,
so he stands and hobbles past judging eyes,
and walks ten thousand years on signless roads
to find her spirit dancing by the pond.

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Orpheus buries Eurydice beside the frozen pond and lays crow feathers on the stone to mark her grave.

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