i write these words in the hope that they may cull your flesh of ego
Month: October 2024
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