December 2024 – Page 5 – elancharan gunasekaran

war and rust creeps through the winter fog let it stay let it have its say

a crownless king ascends to the stars brittle as his ego baked clay they say in the old tongue

each word chaos reborn a spellbook inked in liquid rhyme

strumming till fingertips bleed the bard dishes out his wildest on dragonbone strings to tavern cheers

blood shadow blind and bold with a stroke of the crimson blade a universe dies

your bones belong to the moss and your blood to the sap

the wizard king folds emerald fire crafting a wyvern that hungers for the sight of destruction

roses and lilacs a kiss of glory by the grim face of oblivion

ghosts weep golden ichor their hymns soundless beneath a sky of raven wings

autumn noon the rain’s come to play with the warmth of draconic scales