Month: December 2024

to the queen of crimson tongue the moon begs: let me be your sword

forests choking with gold and heroes born with swords too soft to save

the dragon speaks fire into glass reshaping worlds that do not wish to exist

from the bones of giant forests sprout and in ribcages winged gods nest

storms sewn into the river even the sun owes us blood

kings beggars and shadows crave for the dagger that drinks from the well of time

she danced and the ground blistered with cursed songs no mortal could endure

a serpents’s eye gazes northward under heavens where the lawless shadowlands lie in agonising silence

only the wind dares to translate the secrets buried in the titan’s stride

the castle crumbles brick by rune under a sapphire blood dipped moon