Numberless Doors Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 11 23

Thoughtlessly eager to revive the dead,
the old gray-haired woman with serpent eyes
walks cobblestone streets in swirling green fog
with large leather bag of truth that contains
skulls of Hamlet, Orpheus, and Sobek
which all prophesy the end of the world.

Yet heart-broken Jester with frozen smile,
carved into his soft face by Hanuman,
offers Morticia ride home to Berlin
so she alights in swift carriage with Death
where they play chess over souls of the dead
who stand inside numberless doors of fate.

Waiting at the Neuschwanstein Castle gate,
Krishna welcomes Morticia with stiff bow
then leads her up winding steps to the tower
where Nostradamus peers in crystal ball
while teaching Rapunzel to analyze
events that will happen in games of power.

Before Morticia opens bag with skulls,
Jupiter teleports from Babylon
through mirror portal that reflects her mask,
and tries to abduct Rapunzel as bride,
but Morticia hurls three needles of blame
that pierce his heart with paralysis.

Binding body of Jupiter with wires
that connect all souls to the world wide web,
Rapunzel transforms him into the owl
that always hoots outside window at dawn
where Percival writes verses on lamb skin
about his longing for girl in the tower.

While strolling in lush park on river shore
with yellow umbrella shading her face,
Rapunzel spies in the afternoon crowd
wild-haired Percival wearing slim black suit,
so she pretends to trip in his open arms,
and they gaze at each other in surprise.

Blushing as they stroll on the castle lawn
around the fountain where Neptune reclines,
Rapunzel and Percival obfuscate
passionate desire they feel to make love
with polite inquiries in family wealth,
till they find three skulls singing by the pond.

Ghosts of Narcissus and Echo appear,
conjured by Morticia from graves of fear,
so Rapunzel and Percival embrace
and make love with wild spinning of the Earth,
then raise three children with moral respect
safe within their numberless doors of fate.

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Orpheus asks Hamlet if he remembers that day in Florence centuries ago when they taught young Michelangelo how to paint human bodies.

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