Crowns Of Jeweled Power
© Surazeus
2025 11 08

I try not to begin with sudden rain,
but how it leaps from hollow hole of light
startles me awake from numb reverie
to wonder at strange mystery of its way,
drawing wild torrents from the surging sea
to soak sun-sorrowed hills with agony.

Collapsing into absence of desire,
I hide from eager caress of cold rain
that seeks to penetrate my silky skin
and flush my brittle body with hot words
from lush-grass humming of laconic lust
that saturates my heart with subtle faith.

Though desiccated by sardonic hope
with arid honesty of withered will,
I cling to concept of enormous hills
protecting me from mockery of sharp rain
that splatters into pungent mist of fear
which scatters wingless soul of everywhere.

Trees stripped of contemplative ecstasy
endure aggressive rage of bitter rain
so I persist beyond extracted light
against contagious hate with polity
by organizing ghosts through bravery
to shelter against winter in my heart.

Each day another seer of ancient truth
stumbles down steep slope of indifference
and crumbles into globs of mindless mud
washed away by deluge of ruthless rain
so all grand visions of his divine brain
dissipate into mist of molecules.

When fierce warriors with arrogant swords
clash in civil conflict to control rain,
Death thrusts sharp blade of pain into their hearts
and teaches them frail vanity of pride
as they hang impaled in helpless surprise
that power is delusion of the weak.

Safe in tangled web of sheltering trees,
I watch opposing armies of fierce men
hack each other into quivering steaks
on which feast black-eyed ravens of blind death
till sudden rain of indifferent thirst
exposes fragile skulls to ache of time.

Not even their two competitive kings
still stand alive as they thrust blades of pride
in cold fraternal hearts when they embrace
and die face to face on blood-muddied field,
so I bury their crowns of jeweled power
hidden in hollow darkness of my heart.

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Orpheus finds young girl staring at two dead kings in the middle of a field heaped with the battle-mangled bodies of noble warriors, and gives her an apple to eat.

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