Abandoned Lyre Of Mercury
Abandoned Lyre Of Mercury
© Surazeus
2025 12 22
Trembling with mental hunger of blind gods,
Phoebus claws at tangled vines in dry dirt
to find conceptual illusion of truth
that shimmers with vague energy of hope
to verbalize with tongue-forged words of faith,
gripped by addiction to sing from the heart.
Shivering at blast of bitter mountain wind,
Phoebus huddles in tattered wolf-skin cloak
his mother sewed for him when he was twelve,
then growls with fierceness of the moon-eyed wolf
when Boreas charges at him with intent
to bash his head with oak club of despair.
Leaping with lithe aggression to escape
head-bashing rage of the cruel vental god,
Phoebus evades attacks with clumsy grace,
till, hiding briefly behind fractured rock,
he finds abandoned lyre of Mercury
made from turtle shell with strings of horse gut.
Strumming vibrant strings with intense respect,
Phoebus translates heart-wrenching howl of horror
to soul-rousing strain of resonant faith
which stimulates his hope-paralyzed soul
in vibrant hymn that animates his heart,
so he leaps on the fractured stone and sings.
Articulating vision of respect
that presents hero who fights monstrous greed,
Phoebus sings spell with heart-enchanting voice
that torpefies Boreas with flashing words
projecting vision before staring eyes
that district his attention with illusion.
Enchanting wind god with specter of power
that blinds his mind with illusion of wealth,
Phoebus distracts that tyrannical bully
long enough with reverie of sweet pleasure
to abridge distance with cautious intent
close enough to thrust blade into his heart.
Standing triumphant over the slain wind god,
Phoebus stretches strained arms up to the sky
as sunlight beams through freezing winter clouds
to stimulate his deadened heart with hope
which energizes him with sudden flash
of frantic joy to celebrate his coup.
Striding boldly across flower-lush meadow,
Phoebus strums lyre of Mercury and sings
heart-reviving spells that plant seeds of hope
in hearts of people who emerge from shadow
to celebrate fall of cruel Boreas
with soul-healing feast by the wine-dark sea.
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Orpheus wanders in darkness toward the gleam of light to find thousands of people, lead by Phoebus on the lyre, feasting and dancing to celebrate fall of the tyrant Boreas.
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