Doom Of My Dilemma
© Surazeus
2025 06 08

Because the sturdy ship of faith I ride
amid swirling waves of uncertainty
bears me through thunderstorm of brutal fear
to safe shores of her kind protective heart,
I sail with calm assurance of her love
with confidence that I will find her haven.

Though I have known romantic potency
through both the male and female forms of being
since I struck mating snakes with piety,
my heart has blossomed for the Queen of Stars
whose fierce eyes cause my heart to ache with love,
yet Juno may not love Tiresias.

I wonder, as I watch her glide with grace
in long scarlet gown of shimmering silk,
waist and head ringed with jeweled bands of gold,
and firm hand bearing wand with ruby gem,
if our proud queen, whose command changes fate,
would ever love some lowly fool like me.

So my heart beats with passion of respect
when Juno gazes in my loyal eyes
and commands I lead gang of warriors
to arrest and deport migrants and thieves
from crowded slums outside Elysium
to guard Olympus from unruly crowds.

Honored to receive command of her heart,
I feel strange anguish pierce my gasping chest
when I realize with shock that she commands
I abuse and injure innocent souls
because they have become homeless and poor
due to misfortunes gambled by Fate.

Leading gang of warriors with sharp swords,
I march through crowded streets of filthy slums
that mushroomed outside marble walls of power,
determined to obey her calm command
to cleanse the fields where apple trees once bloomed
by attacking people who want to live.

After drenching streets of Elysian slums
with blood of people who but sought refuge,
I kneel before Juno in marble hall,
who sits on gold throne in palace of jewels,
then draw sharp sword from scabbard of my shame
and thrust blade of justice into my heart.

Cradling my wounded body in her arms,
Juno weeps crystal tears over my death,
as I gasp I had to obey he words
but punished myself for killing good folk,
then sink blind into doom of my dilemma,
hoping she repents and changes her ways.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings tragic romance of Tiresias and Juno.

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