Siren Call Of Social Fame
© Surazeus
2025 12 10

Because my plutonian heart is laid bare
by stolen passwords of classified code,
I raid the treasure house for secret tropes
so with each sentient spell my tongue recites
I may free demon of my inner child
to dance while laughing on the ocean shore.

When I hear songs of sirens on sharp rocks
who seek to lure me with visions of love,
I sail away through swirling mist of fear
to find the Garden of Eden in Hell
where angels in white robes of feathered wings
compose our tales on scrolls of energy.

Disarmed by meter of relentless waves
that wrack indifferent cliffs of solitude
with anxious thoughts of wordless ecstasy,
I seek to trick the woman with sad eyes
by giving her sweet fruit from Tree of Life
then sell her wisdom of the holy light.

Yet she buys nothing from box of my dreams
because she sees behind my fractured mask
while gazing amused in my mirror eyes
where face of beauty gleams with sudden power,
so she embraces me with urgent faith
to generate new life before we die.

Her heart-enchanting melody of hope
possesses me with vision of Star Truth
so I become small part of her grand play
where I perform creative tasks with faith
that build world view of sacred guardianship
where she reveals true nature of all things.

Though I keep falling from Tower of Truth
because my fantasy of flight fails me,
I stand again on ardent legs of faith
and search the endless maze of Wonderland
till I find thirteen keys of magic mirth
to spring the locks of churches without doors.

When chronicles of human history,
which I compose with pure angelic blood,
appear unclassified with secret codes,
I strum the lyre of Mercury and sing
brave odes about anti-heroes and fools
who heed the siren call of social fame.

Almost forgotten in the Promised Land,
Muse Calliope finds me by the tree
where I assess mind-state of misery,
and gives me crystal sphere of potent power
so I can dream history of the Earth
till waves of time wash me out to the sea.

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Orpheus enrolls his son Orion in the Zarathian Academy of Music where he learns to compose narrative poetry from Calliope.

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