be wary of the merchants who sit by pools of midnight and barter with your mind’s light
Month: December 2024
to hum aloud in this forsaken forest is to summon the shade of silence upon you
your shadow refuses to follow you into battle it has learned the language of rebellion
horned wolves sing at the iron gate demanding an audience with winter’s ghost
winter dawn a thousand tongues of frost bloom in the trees and none are forgiving
no one reads aloud here and if you do the dragon shifts in its sleep and words become phantasmal wisps
catalogued pages of cinder each one glows slightly and crackles in the dark
the thunder rolled over the canvas carving new veins of ash of lightning
as the fog clears drowned phantoms emerge from the reflection
the hourglass cracks and the sand escapes as tendrils of silver moths
elancharan gunasekaran 