Gothic Armor Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2026 07 19

Still alive on land ripe with certainties,
I draw dividing line of innocence
straight between reason and insanity
so can I taste truth through infinity
and stop where calm wind erases despair
to convert guilt into hope without luck.

Removing gothic armor of my heart,
as grim prizefighter wounded by the word
my grandmother speaks outside prophecy,
I weed old Garden of Gethsemane
where skulls of prophets sing without dream code
that guides my way through epochs of world power.

No shallow mercies of the castle court
reveal source of iron in stringent caves
where demons no longer haunt dreams of seers,
so I design new theme for Wonderland
that might attract the summer tourist crowd
who love to watch Death judge the deeds of fools.

Entranced by weird Saronic blue of time
that shimmers on the timeless sea of truth,
I wander somewhere in Arcadia
beyond fictional framework of the map
along the signless road of nowhere else
to dwell in mountain temple of dead gods.

Soft cries of owls in woods of harmony
expose electric glow of urgency
that leads us to small mountain pool of stars
where Pythagoras counts infinity
contained in measurement of simple words
programmed as formulas we code from fear.

Smoke from my humble hearth of fantasy
towers in luminous ghost of respect
so I stand small and frail on river shore
engulfed by grand immensity of time
that wraps my heart with ancient ardency,
filled with conscious mind of divinity.

Strange darkness of the boundless night contrives
to swell my heart with love for the sublime
that gleams with pristine beauty of our words
when we exchange solemn vows of true love,
then return to our tower of romance
before lightning strike shatters our world view.

Though sunlit demons of faith animate
our fragile bodies with unholy chime,
we explore uncanny vales of liberty
in line with ultimatum of soul fate
which calculates how far we have to go
to build foundation of our global state.

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Orpheus wanders along winding rivers of Arcadia to find temple of the Great American Bard whose elegies and satires reprogram how people know God.

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