Scary Door Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 06 28

Since there are only one hundred twenty days
till the end of time, when hope ends in words
sloshing louder than ocean waves at dawn,
Orpheus sits on last park bench in town
where seven roads converge from everywhere
to watch people search for the pearly gates.

Because he never knows what will come next
in swift unspooling flash of nevertime,
Orpheus cradles loneliness with care
as purring kitten next to his ice heart
that unnerves monsters with dream-grasping hands
who stare forlorn past cracked window of hope.

Though he suddenly tries to turn around
and go back through the scary door of fate
beyond parameters of endless change,
Orpheus measures vastness of the heart
as he falls wingless from tower of words
based on assumption of blind privilege.

To measure distance of the signless road
against contingency of hopeless faith,
Orpheus listens with attentive shock
as soft rain sloshes muddy fields of faith
against horizon of green elegance,
yet he still savors passion of his youth.

Hoping we may transcend harsh suffering,
though we are transient shadows of sunlight,
Orpheus folds soul of Earth in his heart
to treasure strangeness of its hard landscape
that molds brave bodies from relentless wind
with durable faith in flash of cold rain.

Achieving flight of freedom with wild wind
against fierce judgment of time lost in gloom,
Orpheus flees across blank land of faith
with nothing more than black seeds in his hand
when gangs of thieves invade his paradise
and seize control of trees that bloom fresh fruit.

Wrecked on storm-swirling ocean of false hope
while searching for the fabled Promised Land,
Orpheus follows swarm of honey bees
to field where lavenders stand tall with pride
in unreal meadows of observant mist
to prove his music resurrects the dead.

Still confident that he can sing dream tune,
though flame of love fades with each withered year,
Orpheus plays midsummer in the north
where faint gold rays of light may penetrate
sad hearts with earnest swagger of old faith
that opens scary door of fate to choice.

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Orpheus refuses to explain his feelings about his special journey to the hills of Mount Takoma where he teaches children how to enchant ghosts with spells.

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