Snarky Crow Of Prophecy
© Surazeus
2025 08 26

She walks in misty woods of anywhere
forever toward bleak light of loneliness,
though she tries so hard not to miss the life
she never lived in craving for relief
since she cannot find shadow of her soul
in solid wilderness of nothing real.

She wants to establish the window frame
as whole transparent plane of reference
which separates the vast world of the viewer
from three-dimensional illusion of space
to imitate nature with logical portrait
depicting how our brains perceive the world.

She arrives at the fractured gates of Hell
to ask the smirking centaur standing guard
if she can give mask of her earthly self
to someone else so they can live her life,
but he gives her required identity card
with her secret name no one understands.

She looks for love in the forest of ghosts
because the sun always explains the truth
but instead she finds love in the wild man
who dances laughing in the waterfall,
but he disappears in the flock of crows
who tell her the sun never had a face.

She asks the snarky crow of prophecy
about the future of her fate in life,
so he declares with stark ominous voice
that her casual indifference to fate
will lead to her demise, but she just laughs
because she knows that everybody dies.

She lives with demon of her hungry heart
who always treats her with gentle respect,
giving her fruits and herbs to prepare meals,
but she watches him with suspicious fear
while he constructs sturdy shelter of wood
where they huddle close when thunderstorms rage.

She decides she will always think good thoughts
about grand progress of humanity,
but not too good or else she might get stuck
in fantasy that causes her demise,
so she keeps her view of life realistic,
nurtured by constant alertness to danger.

She feels tomorrow creep its petty pace
to last particle of discarded time
when candle of her soul will flicker out
and leave her stranded on the empty stage
where tears of sorrow water pretty flowers
that bloom from the dust of her nothingness.

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Orpheus listens as Ophelia explains how she has survived wandering the bleak wilderness for one hundred thousand years of hope for tomorrow in the land of milk and honey.

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