Weird Spirit Of Salorin
© Surazeus
2026 03 14

Sea breeze shimmers green-gold feathers of pride
when Salorin, Poet of Zathamar,
appears on stage in crystal temple hall,
and strums seven strings with celestial chimes
in harp from rib bone of Queen Zathamut,
then sings epic tale of her life and death.

I sense her gold eyes gleam inside my heart
when I stand on street corner in Miami
and feel weird spirit of Salorin wake
brave courage to express her ancient song
that vibrates eighty million years of light
in waves that gleam on bright Florida coast.

My callused fingers pluck six coiled bronze strings
that vibrate through shell of spruce wood guitar
to wake soul of Salorin in my heart
so I sing grunge folk songs of human life
beside small fountain in the market square
while pedestrians and cars traffic past.

Long curly brown hair of the Anglo Bard
blows around my face as I play guitar,
dressed in leather boots and green woolen coat
caked with red dust of New Mexico hills,
while I sing surreal ballads that depict
rough journey of the brave Quester for Truth.

Grand vision of life on our spinning globe,
that flourished eighty million years ago,
glows from projection of my humming verse
that depicts evolved race of dinosaurs
who built vast cities of enormous diamonds
where they performed tales of Saurian gods.

Diamond cities in land of Zathamar,
where civilization of dinosaurs
thrived for millions of years on Earth,
have all been ground down to sands on the beach,
tiny fragments that gleam with their great songs,
and ring with chimes of their long-silenced voices.

I see their ghosts in glitter of the sand
when I lounge on Miami Beach at dawn
after sleeping all night among tall reeds,
and hear their voices of sharp ringing chimes
in susurration of green ocean waves,
so I channel their tales in my street songs.

As Quester for Truth on the signless road
that winds along rivers among tall hills
across this ancient land of Zathamar,
I ever walk toward Pyramid of Ishtar
whose song of wisdom shines in every heart
who thrives in United Nations of Earth.

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Orpheus gazes at statue of the ancient dinosaur bard Salorin with his rib-bone harp that stands in the endless Temple of Tellurian Gods.

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