Garish Face Of Busirane
© Surazeus
2026 03 15

The old man stumbles against the red brick wall
so green leprechaun hat falls off his head.
"I should not have yelled at Clara like that,"
he mumbles at the wingless bird of fate.
Gold key of salvation falls from his hand
as he fumbles to unlocked jeweled gate.

The white raven swoops down from power line
and snatches key of salvation away.
The old man shouts at the cloud glowing gold
and shakes his fist at unfairness of fate.
Jesus approaches him slouched at the gate,
sizing him up with sly skeptical eye.

"When Britomart escaped deceptive house,
dismayed at how tapestries disappeared,"
he snarls at bright apparition of God,
"she found herself on the perilous porch,
eyes unveiled by delusions of desire,
so she could see the real world as it is."

Rattling gate of Heaven with fierce concern,
the old man, with plastic leprechaun hat
on his sore head of weed-entangled hair,
pretends he is Jupiter who can change
shape to the graceful swan in love with Fate,
then slips and falls on wet mud of respect.

When Britomart tears off the plastic mask,
printed with garish face of Busirane,
his heart cries out in shock of mute surprise
that glory of his power vanishes
at dreadful flame that writhes with holy angst
as loss misshapes his soul to howling ape.

Groping blind in dark blast of midnight wind,
the old man cries out in his bitter pain,
"I loved sweet Amoret with loyal faith,
but she ran off with clever Scudamour,
leaving me lost in maze of false desires
where Jupiter mocks my brave innocence."

Waking startled at sudden flash of dawn
that pierces his eyes with absolute truth,
the old man clambers to his trembling feet
beside locked gate of his community.
Trudging through front door of his six-roomed house,
Patrick calls Clara in white emptiness.

Kneeling by Clara on the bathroom floor,
Patrick cries in shock at her lifeless eyes.
"I have come too late to apologize,
so I hope you know how much I love you."
The white raven with his key of salvation
stares at him through cracked window of his heart.

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Orpheus finds the Knight of Chastity wandering dazed on the desolate plain, so he gives her juice to drink, and leads her home to Cleopolis.

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