Maze Of Edinburgh Castle
© Surazeus
2025 07 20

Having lived in the cold Castle of Maidens
in lush dale on jagged hill of Alauna
for one thousand winters of swirling snow,
I can comprehend weird song of the wind
that details endurance of humankind
as we strive to evolve into star gods.

Three thousand summers ago I arrive,
sailing from Phoenicia to land of Eydin,
and build stone ziggurat on castle rock
where I reign with spirit of Queen Shapash,
commissioned to maintain Lamp of the Gods
preserving eternal Flame of Shahar.

When Wotan climbs slope of the rocky hill
he finds graceful woman with long black hair
who brews sweet honey mead in large brass cauldron
beside round pool before the tall stone tower
where ravens flap black wings of certitude
as he drapes warm wolf-fur cloak on her shoulders.

Each spring equinox eve at the full moon
the Wotadini in lush lands of Eydin
gather in the dale on hill of Alauna
and listen to young dancing women sing
to crown our May Queen for the coming year
while Wotan presides over the tribe feast.

After living in the Castle of Maidens
one thousand years with chirping birds and apples,
I replace my green silk gown of the princess
with white linen dress of the kitchen cook,
and escape Prison of the Patriarchy
to sail with Pilgrims to the Promised Land.

Now three hundred years later my heart aches
to walk again gray halls of whistling wind
that wind in the maze of Edinburgh Castle
where my spirit had dwelled three thousand years
with singing skull of Orpheus in my hand
so I can read runes gleaming in the sky.

When Ophelia returns from the woods,
gathering herbs along Water of Leith,
she asks me if I remember the hour
the world was born from womb of Mother Earth,
so I strum strings of my polished Clarsach
and sing the Lay of Margaret Queen of Alba.

Illusions of our national legacy
flash in the hopeful mirror of my eyes
till pretty fantasies of ancient times
dissipate in glow of the noonday sun
which luminates tall oak trees in my yard
as I hum spells with weird song of the wind.

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Orpheus climbs castle wall to window of the room where Ophelia lives, so they embrace and plan how to escape the Castle of Maidens and sail to start new lives in America.

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