Last Son Of Endymion
© Surazeus
2025 10 22

If I consider how time twists my brain
with ardent pain of blatant inner peace,
I translate fears that I may cease to be
to brave romantic character of faith
who plays with shadows of the magic mind
to navigate weird chance of fake success.

Lost in vast labyrinth of holy books,
where I encounter ghosts of noble gods,
I wear masks fallen from museum walls
to live fraught alien experience
so I expand scope of knowledge to play
alert attention to how fame fools men.

Since loveliness of beauty will increase
with each new bloom from nothingness of fate,
I breathe intense respect of fractured joy
to channel cosmic soul of mindless stars
through fragile anguish of my hungry flesh
so I dance freely in green world of streams.

Encoding rich grandeur of mortal doom
in serious satires about bitter kings,
I drink sweet wine of tragic romance tales
that praise the mighty dead with mocking hymns
through cheering light that animates our souls
with boundless beauty of exquisite death.

Reborn as last son of Endymion
to walk the signless road of global fame,
I map confusing maze of mystic myths
detailing frantic quests of clownish kings
who think they can assert legal control
over how people pursue happiness.

Surprised awake by martial trumpet blow,
that rings against stone walls of paradise,
I drive my car on crowded road of ghosts
on grand adventure to the office cube
where I solve riddles tinged with sad despair
to map whole history of the human race.

Face veiled by psychic mist demons design,
I rearrange fragments of puzzling facts
through infinite array of framed concepts
based firm on pure ontology of fate
that beams from steadfast star of splendid love
we share with strange unchangeable desire.

What brave Elysium we have always known
could welcome singers to lush flowered fields
who gather at round table of concern
to hear jokes blind astrologers dare tell
which prophesy reign of the Mermaid Queen
who weeps at how pain twists my fertile brain.

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Orpheus kneels before Mary Magdalene, the Mermaid Queen, hidden in the grotto of Sainte-Baume, and pledges loyalty to her cause to maintain bloodline of the Holy Grail.

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