we built gods out of particles and lost them to the void drift
Month: October 2024
stars rip themselves apart to speak thy name
a phoenix breathes its final and first breath in a single act
where merfolk gather silver salt falls as tears into the seas
chaosseed burned deep into the marrow of king the void is both cradle and crown
every dawn bleeds and the question remains who will fear me?
a crown that turns thoughts to flame and vision to smoke
crowns in the ashes too heavy for the living too wild for the dead
the wood bends and forms a ribcage guarding an infant fire
night replaced by a black flower blooms swallowing the stars
elancharan gunasekaran 