Eye Of The Rainbow Stone
© Surazeus
2025 11 09

Without sweet sorrow of eglantine flowers
my heart cannot remember fear of death,
so I too bravely wander in the world
despite alarm of caution in my heart
that blares at sight of anything unknown,
though I peer through eye of the rainbow stone.

Three times each day I pray to God of Death
who wakes my heart to beauty of this world
so I perceive true essence of each thing
that radiates nuclear spirit of the sun
as I investigate nature of life
that glitters in eye of the rainbow stone.

Though my soul was conceived beneath that star
which guides eccentric fate of wanderers,
I play both prince and pauper in the world
through romance of transcending poverty
by working hard with crafting hands of hope
to draw wealth from eye of the rainbow stone.

Since pleasure of true love has been no more
that whisper of the drowsy summer breeze,
I incarnate deep joy from ache of pain
to warm my heart on bitter winter nights
by laughing as I sing with hungry angst,
trapped by dream in eye of the rainbow stone.

When I find brave Brunhilde with sea-wild eyes
surrounded by high ring of flaming fire,
I wrestle Death with courage of desire
to free her from horrible truth of death
till horn blast of my heart breaks prison walls
as foretold by eye of the rainbow stone.

Still lost in mist Death only can breathe clear,
I lead Brunhilde through dark wire-tangled maze
to secret Garden of Gethsemane
where Odin hangs from the cosmic ash tree
as sacrifice to save humanity
from demon in eye of the rainbow stone.

While clutching bayonet of national pride,
I charge through howling hordes of warriors
to find self in grim Plutonian cave
before awful face of Persephone
who gives me pomegranate of respect
that blossoms from eye of the rainbow stone.

Insouciant that Brunhilde may ever love
courageous honor of my warrior soul,
I stand as guardian at the pearly gates
while angels play harps in grand mirrored halls
though millions starve from sea to shining sea,
nameless ghosts in eye of the rainbow stone.

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