# "Death Song of the Ceruni"

Author: MyOwnParasite
Tags: Desperation, Drugs, Faith, Fantasy, Gothic, Poetry, Redemption, desire, freedom, goddess, journey, romantic

#5 of Poetry, both old and new

I've had this recurring fantasy in my head for years recently, which resulted in the writing of my only science fiction story, "Fireheart". I woke up early today, and had an inspiration of the "Samuel Coleridge" and "Oscar Wilde " variety, and thus, I wrote this journey through a strange land in the style of the 19th century romantics and the infamous "Club des Hachichins". (The Hashish Eaters Club). I hope you enjoy what you can "see," and I look forward to any thoughts.

"Death Song of the Ceruni"

By Ken Anderson,  27 November,  2022

In dryest desert 

Lay hidden jewels,

The monuments of days gone by,  
Beneath the holy  
Sands of Time,  
Where altars to the Old Gods lie,  
  
I found myself  
Without my faith,  
And could not pray, for I would die,  
When I awoke,  
Beneath the palms,  
At the temple of the Ceruni.  
  
To see their Gods,  
Such power and fear!  
For I've felt no presence as I have felt here,  
So strong,  so pure,  
So rich; Alive!  
The Gods have felt so near this night.  
  
I wandered in,  
Through sacred gardens,  
Which no other man had yet seemed defy,  
And came upon her,  
Her robes as the snow,  
The Goddess of the Ceruni.  
  
She beckoned me  
From silvered dome,  
Where she was seated,  upon silver throne,  
I passed the great hemp  
And red poppies which shone,  
To lay my eyes upon her.  
  
"O Dear Goddess," did i cry,  
"Have the heart to tell me why,  
When I have spent my days and nights,  
Not quite dead, Yet not alive,  
Am I shrouded in your Holy Light? "  
  
She gave no words,  
But simply smiled,  
I, gripped by silence all the while,  
Could find no speech  
Nor pause for thought,  
As she whispered lessons, which one time, were taught.  
  
You may think me mad;  
I swear I am not!  
I'll point out the towers if we find the spot,  
Such silver and gold,  
Such wonderful shine!  
To be in a place where the Gods would recline.  
  
I've witnessed the spires  
Of fallen empires,  
So proudly they stand in desert dry!  
But I've no recollection,  
Upon sudden reflection,  
Of where the Holy Temple lies.  
  
But when I die,  
O, take me there!  
Where hemp and poppy kiss the sky!  
And on my slate,  
O, Let them write,

"Here lies the last of the Ceruni!"

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