Month: March 2025

a strange melody invites existence and gracefully allows it to decay into oblivion

wild magic chooses its caster sometimes it chooses the wind maybe for a minute or moment

a wheat field floats where gravity has forgotten its duty : cloudy with a chance of grain

intoxicated we slept in the ruins of a city built by iron insects and preserved by echoes

phantoms float above fields of war wrapped in winter’s fog

hush now pale winds come for your soul

each step forward softens grey clouds

soft slow beneath your tongue the ritual blooms in gesture

liberated pilgrims leave the voidspace blessed with demonic deformities and bloodlust