October 2024 – elancharan gunasekaran

i write these words in the hope that they may cull your flesh of ego

this day today in this very moment the breath of chaos is calm and warm

a river of silver flows upwards a name is a shadow kindled and cast

a wolf silver as spilled moonlight dances with the embers of a wyrm

riddle me in lightning ground me in fire for i am the arcane fire

for every spell a price to pay cryptic runes siphon the life force from flesh

parchment torn from thunderclouds the raven quill writhes and wails in ink

a slow stroll through a labyrinth spun from the ashes of discarded dreams

not a weapon but a blacksmith’s wish to splinter and reveal what lies beneath

wanders from hand to hand the bloodblade wanders the lands in search of true death