Month: December 2024

a mad god in exile she grew in every direction her roots tore the heavens and strangled the very winds

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