Ruined Temple Of Masks
© Surazeus
2026 05 26

If deviant people climb steeple of faith
with hope to fly on wings of Icarus
from sorrow of Earth to pleasure of Heaven,
they might wonder what faith really entails
as they fall back into turmoil of time,
soul trapped inside the sponge brain of the self.

Consider the horse that grazes on grass
and wanders meadow of arrogant wind
within sacred bounds of the barbed-wire fence,
and remember when we explored the world
racing across endless plains of desire
till we colonized ever river shore.

I never see horses anywhere now
while I drive my car in vast maze of streets
past buildings of mysterious intent
where only long-dead gods are innocent,
so I climb the mountain of timeless truth
and sit in the ruined temple of masks.

So many moments of embarrassment
startle my daily strut of confidence
because I forget how clumsy I am
stumbling randomly on road of my fate
though I attempt to swerve from ordained track
through free will basic to my character.

Lost in dark forest with my Golden Wreath,
as savage beast transformed by curse of faith,
I wander nowhere past the Promised Land
till beautiful daughter of the Moon God
sees my human soul inside the white bear,
therefore her love restores my human form.

Wearing white-bear mask of King Valemon,
I play my role in television show
that people watch when Earth is veiled with snow
since I restore Kingdom of Avalon
when I defeat Cruel Troll in the White House
by tricking him to steal the Crown of Thorns.

When I am done uniting Earth in peace,
I return to my planet far away
which in Terrish is named Zarathia
because First Mother Zaratha creates
our bodies from electric rainbow eyes
with first flash that flares forth from the big bang.

So join me at kitchen table of faith
to feast well in ruined temple of masks
where face of every human who has lived
on every planet in the universe
sings story of their life in riddle-verse
preserved in Book of Souls by the Star Wraith.

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Orpheus meets the beautiful princess riding the white bear in the forest of lost souls, so he leads her to the ruined temple of masks where her kiss transforms her husband to a human.

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