Lady Of The Diamond Star
© Surazeus
2026 10 15

When I find basalt tombs of sorcerers
unshattered by proverbs of sacred books,
I answer nothing to immortal nymphs
who fly shrieking at me from qualming spring
because I am the Who unprophesied by Death,
nor is there any reason why I Am.

I keep it secret that the Three Maries
based operations of the Holy Grail
in eerie grotto of Sainte-Baume massif
from which our Merovingian tribe of seers
expanded reign of Magdalene and Christ
who rule Gothinia past two thousand years.

I wish I could see eyes of Radegund,
bright with faith in beauty of this world,
which manifests conceptual forms of truth,
while I recite verse of my loyal heart
from sharp whispers of her Sibylline voice
that glows bright in dark days of Sirius.

Someday I hope to follow Ocean Way
sailed by the Three Maries to hills of Mars,
piloted also over seamless waves
by fluent dolphin who saved Arion,
so I may find lyre Venantius strummed
beneath shaken fruits of Elysium.

Though few may understand dream of my heart,
arranged in puzzles of socialized tropes,
I sing grand Vision of Apocalypse
through Revelation of the Laughing Snake
whom brave Apollo tamed with melodies
depicting Lady of the Diamond Star.

Because I am no pair of ragged claws
scuttling across the floors of silent seas,
I wear wood mask of Christ Pantocrator
to fool the devil of the modern world
when I seize means of production with spells
that conjure virtual model of One Earth.

Now under Tree of Knowledge by the lake,
where demons of greed lurk in wounded hearts,
I carol praise for leader of the world
who crowns Wise Woman with respectful wreath
to restore faith of Radegund with hope
that Son of Meroveus will rise again.

White star of Sirius, that twinkles swift
with flashing scintillation of weird truth,
which guided brave Venantius up steep path
to liberal palace of wise Magdalene,
illuminates path where I walk today
to grotto where soul of Mercury waits.

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Orpheus visits the Three Maries in the grotto on the massif of Sainte-Baume where spirit of Mercury still lingers after six thousand years of silence.

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