the sirens of the deep seas memorize each wreck and sing a melody of tide and storm
Month: October 2025
i’ve known a few in my lifetime of those who wait and watch making records of the forest grim as it births fog and mistborne secrets guarded by ethereal wraiths
remind this body the stories of seasons past and perhaps this flesh will learn to live again
to the trained eye only boats drift safely in dark waters along undisturbed lunar veins
dragonflies drag halos through the mud as the debaucherous croaks peak to the morning light
soldiers wrapped in radiance march towards the dying star in an attempt to end its suffering
she carries a lantern not of light but of voices that hum and lead the way in the dark: follow the voice please the light is divine’s end
autumn after dark dreams catch fire the body wakes in sweat and tears ready to fight but the demons are long gone
the sun’s rays forgotten in its place a circle of umbra pulses to the dark ones who will worship its madness
into the pit of lightning serpents the midnight children circle playfully and toss bones of plagued beasts