Monster Of My Fantasy
© Surazeus
2026 01 19

We have to be cautiously cynical
in order to survive this hostile world,
always keeping mental radar alert
with attitude that evil ever lurks
in shadows of hate to attack our souls
and suck our bodies dry of energy.

Easily startled by shadows of rage,
I jump out of my body on wild wings
and flap around in frantic ecstasy
in search for monster of my fantasy
that always haunts my path to somewhere else
as I breathe pure celestial energy.

Fortuna, pulling loaded apple cart,
senses gang of boys lurking behind trees,
so she grabs stick and twirls it just in time
to whack their heads as they rush quick to steal
fruit of her labor, causing them to groan
and flee as she continues on to town.

Selling her wares at the small market stall,
along with farmers, tailors, and craftsmen,
Fortuna stares at distant silent woods
with strange anxiety at something wrong,
so she leaves with baskets half full of fruit,
and hides in copse of oaks near the town gate.

Trembling in terror at shadowy ghost
that causes her to shiver in despair,
Fortuna stares in shock when gang of thieves
on fierce horses attack the market town,
beating people and stealing all their goods,
then racing wagons to their secret fort.

Noting where gang of thieves base operations,
Fortuna hurries back to market town
and joins assembly of angry townsfolk,
who vote to form army of self-defense,
then leads them armed to hidden mountain fort,
where they approach with stealth of cautious hope.

Striding alone to guarded fortress gate,
Fortuna shouts that she punishes crime
and comes to kill them all, but they all laugh
and carelessly leave strong protective walls,
so townsfolk attack and kill every thief,
then take their goods home to victory feast.

Crowned as their noble hero of defense,
Fortuna sits on throne in feasting hall,
remaining cautious as they sing and dance,
fighting back when surviving thieves attack
to kill assassins with sharp justice sword,
then drinks wine as townspeople cheer her rule.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings tale of Fortuna whose cautious alertness keeps her market town safe from thieves.

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