Arthurian Code Of Conduct
© Surazeus
2026 09 30

When hexagonal ice crystals refract
spirit of the sun through sphere of my brain,
I see crowd of red and black balls swirl wild
in flashing spirals of electric coils
that scatter into flocks of silver crows
who gather in oak trees to sing my name.

Because astonishing light of my being
emanates from mortal frame of my flesh,
I dream delusion of immortal life
glowing from conscious system of my brain
which tricks my mind to feel as if my soul
exists long before it beams from my body.

Contained within limiting bounds of being,
my soul vibrates from waves of chemicals
that interact to conjure glow of life
through finite channels of time-woven space,
designed by my ancestors so my genes
construct this temporary self I am.

Spurred to perform act of the noble soul
by story of the tyrant who exploits
bodies of people to increase his power,
I journey road to the high mountain pass
where statue of the goddess glows alive
and commissions me to defeat the king.

Inspired by her vision of global peace,
I fight against every tyrant on Earth
with passion of brave Cronus in my heart
to cast cruel Uranus from throne of greed
and free the hungry people of the world
to operate farms with communal faith.

Just like Saint Lucia asks Empress Maria,
who asks Princess Beatrice for assistance,
who sends Vergilius to guide Dante to Heaven,
so Athena asks Apollo, who asks
Mercurius, who sends Orpheus with lyre
to guide my journey to the Promised Land.

Thus wise Athena teaches me to see
essential spirit in each human being
so I may attend to their secret needs,
and nurture innate talents into skills
that allows them to create way of life
fulfilling dreams of their ambitious hope.

Wielding Sword of Justice in hand of faith,
applied to my care by the Fairy Queen,
I follow Arthurian Code of Conduct
opposing tyrants, enslavers, and thieves,
protecting farmers, herdsmen, and craftsmen,
and protecting women who create life.

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Orpheus takes me to Temple of Truth where ghosts of all the great epic poets of history haunt the pool of visions that mirrors elusion of my temporary face.

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