Child Of The Mountain
© Surazeus
2026 03 28

When child of the mountain calls my true name
with innocent voice of wind in damp vales,
I run through deep forest of singing pines
to heed strange clarion call of the sky
so I fight for grand cause of liberty
then weep silver tears on graves of your souls.

If child of the mountain remembers why
we trace wings of sparrows in silver mist,
he might find abandoned home of his heart
where skull of his father prophesies deeds
that he will perform on ambitious stage
while chasing illusions of power and peace.

Though child of the mountain on signless road
hears soft sound of silence in dim-lit streets,
he runs in green rain along railroad tracks
to find the overflowing well of desire
where serpents of wisdom slither as Runes
that glimmer with neon signs of the truth.

Still child of the mountain searches for love
along narrow streets of wet cobblestone
while bearing broken lamp of curious fear
till he finds ten billion people at dawn
milling in silence by fountain of tears
who wake in surprise at voice of his heart.

Yet child of the mountain touches your heart
with intricate stories of suffering
that translate eternal song of the sea
to clever riddles that make us all laugh
with tears of happiness when we meet Death
in our journey on sandy shores of faith.

Since child of the mountain writes prophecies
with heart-broken angst on tenement halls,
we gather in Temple of Fallen Gods
to share strange stories of our surreal dreams
when angels in Heaven destroy our homes
with silver bombs of imperial pride.

Till child of the mountain is born again
as Christ anointed with black engine oil,
which lubricates engine of global wealth,
he guides refugees from religious wars
with map of Hell Dante left in his will
to find Weeping Mother in cave of faith.

Now child of the mountain appears from smoke
that billows from temples bombed by contempt
and blows loud horn of Joshua at dawn
to lead our nation against haughty kings
and build from ruins of America
world democracy of Zarathia.

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Orpheus appears from mist of legend as child of the mountain we all heard about who translates sound of silence to hymn of global liberty.

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