they came in droves magi greedy for the greatest spell only to leave with a ghost a whisper and a void in their soul
Month: February 2025
the noon wind lifts the bones of the forgotten and grinds their names from marble lips
step into the paradise with open palms and let blade edges skin you free you from this mortal atrocity
the vast choir of voices leads the scattered mind to a singular cosmic purpose
watch in awe as azure bolts of lightning prey on helpless glass towers
the songbird imagines a gargantuan claw sinking in the desert and another in the sea
the wind howls and the river follows the shadow seeking oblivion
winter before night the remaining light drips from the sky in heavy sighs
each night the tome tears off a page or two and feeds it to the fire to keep the worlds imagined alive
the beast walks amongst us with its mouth agape drinking from the overflowing fountain of human emptiness
elancharan gunasekaran 