Timeless Lyre Of Mercury
© Surazeus
2026 04 27

Since I have accomplished work of my life,
composing epic of philosophers
to glorify deeds of searchers for truth
through tradition of Academia,
then you may take my hand, beautiful Death,
and carry me to lush Elysian Fields.

There I shall lounge for all eternity
on orchard shores beside the River Styx,
and strum the timeless lyre of Mercury
to sing enchanting verses of my heart
that form Astarian Scriptures I compose
with you beside me in dream of our tale.

Beneath veils of purple Wisteria,
that scent sweet air from bower of our home,
we chat about strange stories of mankind
while through sun-glowing flowers bee-wings drone
that fertilize my heart with timeless truth
through deep analysis of social games.

When they arrive on boat that Charon rows
across the ceaseless tide of life and death,
I call names of the Lost Ones killed in wars
though they were scattered far across waste lands,
so they relax in temple of our hearts
and drink elixir of old memories.

Cold as bright moon-rainbow of aching truth,
ghosts of the countless dead in ring of stones
dance gracefully with timeless dream of faith
while skeletons of bodies rot in soil
to nurture roots of fruit trees up on Earth
where children find treasures in shadowed woods.

Feet bleeding from our quest to find the cave
from which First Mother birthed the human race,
we climb the winding rocky trail of hope
to break fetters of slavery and despair
on endless journey to the Promised Land
with nothing but tools in our crafting hands.

Though it seems goodness of the crowded world
has withered from harsh traumatic abuse
we suffer struggling to survive each day,
we give each other fruit we steal from Hell
and build new Heaven with courageous hands
so our children inherit paradise.

When I rot mutely in tomb of my heart,
Death may call homeless people of the world
to gather in my mausoleum hall
and feast on fruit from the generous Earth
while skull of Orpheus prophecies truth
and I play lyre of Mercury with sass.

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Orpheus prophesies that from among the refugees of war will arise new prophet to unite warring nations in one new world religion of shared faith.

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