a mad god in exile she grew in every direction her roots tore the heavens and strangled the very winds
Month: December 2024
the people gather raise their arms and plead for the kiss of fire: burn us pure
in a land where the sun burns black and the moon drips amber a phoenix dreams of eternal combustion
spines cracking under the weight of shadow the sky a battlefield of storm clouds
autumn’s end the world still burns where the music was loudest
some say the queen of the void dances with the mind of deceitful men twisting their ambitions into otherworldly treachery
starlight is poison it hollows your soul and burdens your consciousness be mindful where your eyes gaze
scales fall like dead suns embertongue the father of fire molts high above the winterlands
even the fires that burned the flesh from bone burnt in the name of the mad monarch
chaos was no ally no pawn but a wound in a time of frail men