Attempts To Question Fate
© Surazeus
2026 06 08

Home on little island Neptunus bears
in cool flowing waves of the Lydian Lake,
I relax rejoicing in fruit-tree grove,
safe in stone walls of secret paradise
on vine-entangled shore of Sirmio
where Catullus teaches me to chant songs.

Fierce-eyed Cybele with long tangled hair,
enthroned on river-smoothed Oracle Stone,
shows how bodies, animated by souls,
spring from scarlet egg of Chthonian womb,
designed by passion of the swirling sea,
then leaves my skull smiling in cold moonlight.

Sweet Diana, mistress of secret glades,
swift daughter of Jove, son of Jupiter,
son of Jehovah, guide me with your star
through mountain forests to your olive grove
where you teach us to hunt the fleet-foot deer,
for you protect boys and girls with your love.

Alone on shadowy road of my life,
from which no living soul ever returns,
I remember dancing with Juturna
in honey-thick fields of Elysium
as I descend to cave of flashing jewels
to fight Orcus and free slaves from despair.

With quivering wings of brave Zephyrus
I seek Rhamnusia in Temple of Fate
to read sacred Book of Aquarius
whose riddles reveal secret formulas
that help me choose which road of deeds to walk
when I help Orion defeat cruel Pluton.

Lured by song of Laodamia for my ghost
to possess wood statue of her dead spouse,
I climb Mount Latmos with my broken lyre
to pray Apollo repair its cracked shell,
but I find Endymion in moonlight
who asks me to consult his horoscope.

When I ask innocent Harpocrates,
who plays with toy lyre on lap of his mother,
star-eyed Isis, who peels orange for her son,
if he has seen his father, Horus Sky-Walker,
that devious godling taps finger to his lips
to silence my attempts to question Fate.

While I drink deep from cool Hippocrene Stream,
from climbing long trail up Mount Helicon,
I hear someone call my name, Hecatus,
so I turn around and look everywhere,
but Artemis is hiding among trees,
so I call her name to the empty sky.

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Orpheus and Catullus lounge in garden on the shore of Sirmio Peninsula in the Lydian Lake to gossip about the tragic fate of Romeo and Cinderella.

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