Find Spirit Of Korth
© Surazeus
2025 12 09

Without systematic building of lies
our eyes could almost see the perfect skies
where angels dance in mirror of the brain
because their tears are not refreshing rain
despite contrivance of the circus clown
who weeps to see the pretty mermaids frown.

When lions prance on sidewalk of my heart
to show me secret treasures off the chart,
I draw the universe you wish to see
since art my hands create must remain free
for children to rebuild their bombed-out homes
as chronicled in dust-caked history tomes.

Though people like to other me with tags
that box my wild demonic soul with rags,
I follow flock of ravens to the north
where Scottish fairies still worship the Korth
who incarnates through every thirteenth witch
which means I am example of her glitch.

So I appear before the wandering tribe,
as angel radiant with celestial vibe
by wearing gold crown of the star-eyed god,
recruiting them to join my justice squad
on sacred mission to reframe the world
as dramatic stage for the cosmic herald.

But all my grand visions of paradise
are gambled away by roll of the dice
which leaves my spirit destitute of truth,
yet I clutch cracked mask of messiah sleuth
that I wore last year to the palace ball
before my spectacular social fall.

While climbing mountain trail of my failed quest
to actualize through play my human best,
I cling with false bravado to my scroll
which details functions of my corporate role,
till I find idol of Korth on the hill
carved with her motto, Live through your free will.

Searching for true heritage of my clan,
I escape America while I can
to explore sacred Isle of Avalon
far from where I was born in Oregon
till I find Spirit of Korth in my heart
as humble girl with her apple pushcart.

As thirteenth witch descended from cute Korth,
I build new home beside the Firth of Forth
so collapsing empire affects me not
since I am just another landless Scot
who wanders nowhere in the Evening Land
with nothing but weird Dream Book in my hand.

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Orpheus kneels before radiant goddess Korth whose eyes illuminate mysterious psychic dream world of our computer-programmed brains.

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