Born In Hyrcanian Hills
© Surazeus
2026 11 07

With supple laughter of the diamond hawk
Arcadius opens golden doors of fate
to gaze upon vast city of his hope
that teems with people who see him as god
who walks in human form on fragile Earth,
but weeps behind the golden mask he wears.

For that is how I imagine he feels,
Petrus explains to the wolf by his side
as they stroll mountain meadow to acquire
diamonds from dark mine of the Underworld
where thousands of people enslaved with chains
extract stars from heart of darkness with rage.

If we keep time-leaping long centuries
between established points in the timeline,
Arcadius complains to the faceless clown,
I might miss how great empires are designed
on strict hierarchical structure of power
based on mortal man who plays role of god.

Driving his pickup truck back to the farm,
with sacks of feed for horses in the field,
Petrus sings along with the country song
about how love is burning ring of fire
that fuels our passion to transcend dark hour
with Dionysian dance in pouring rain.

Aiming rifle at the tall man in black
who robs state banks that foreclose on our farms
and leaves hardworking farmers destitute,
Arcadius questions purpose of the law
designed to help the rich exploit the poor
against the principles that Jesus taught.

Concerned about high price of gasoline
that fuels his tractor for harvesting grain,
Petrus decides to run as governor
against son of the banker in gray suit
who buys foreclosed farmland at auction cheap,
but gets drunk while fishing after he loses.

Stopping his car on highway by the lake,
Arcadius sees some man fall from his boat,
so he swims to the middle of the dark lake
and drags Petrus back to the pebbled beach
where he tries to transform into the wolf
whose spirit was born in Hyrcanian Hills.

Though I had been crowned the first emperor
to rule eastern Rome from Byzantium,
Arcadius smiles for broadcast cameras,
today I am honored with all my heart
that the great people of Zarathia
have chosen me to reign as President.

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Orpheus sails to Byzantium where he meets Emperor Arcadius and Pope Petrus who establish new empire to rule the world in the Spirit of Jesus Christus grandson of Jove.

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