Month: November 2025

illumination demands anonymity cold blue flames of autumn cast no shadows

scattered bone dust spiral patterns glow faintly for the eyes of travelling old gods

hollowed by the gaze of the autumn sun the frail you wakes soft and yearning

when the bonfire speaks even waves stop bickering and the coast listens in silence

there was once music in the void cradled in a bubble of magical energies the voices sang oblivious to the nothingness sometimes you would find ancient trinkets and dreams floating about timelines and prophecies strewn but when the void composes itself emptiness returns no one can really say what the void is perhaps it is a child a mood or conscious but never truly empty as most say

before curtains close in the sky the darkness gathers under an autumn tree where winds stretch the fabric of silence

ash of autumn marks the tongue: i confess

driven into a divine trance pilgrims summon the shape of silence

autumn dusk smoke from the incense becomes witness to our mortal madness

stars trapped and ground fine mix it with lunar blood and river salt a dead god almost returns to life only to slumber again