Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

godly halos pawned for riddles and miracles eaten by stray dogs

the forest grim laughs coldly at your need for north as the lands warp and morph

quietly sails the margins of mist the spring moon

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