Month: July 2025

with warm limbs we bargain with a faceless storm

a spine chilling tale that vanishes even before it begins

summer clear sky stars hoard dangerous secrets

deep beneath soil the rootwork of unfinished gods

mistaken for prophecy every fire and flame hums a warning

a spell of winter’s bear hibernates deep in you blood

look closely and you will find that the moon has an old wound covered in moss

the forest grim peeks into my mind and subtly erases a path

boat lanterns solemnly float towards forgotten piers