heroes rise from the depths of the tundra brittle as frost and the lightless gleam of unpolished stars in their eyes
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
impermance is a shard of stained glass a trembling flame and the light that disobeys the very laws of nature
there is no glory in nature only the quiet harmony of dirt and decay
the sound of thousands of leaves wrestling with the pale blue sky
she works the molten metal with bare hands calls herself an exile a whore of the eternal forge birthing instruments of war for men and gods alike for a sensual price
armed with bone flutes and glass daggers an assemblage of faces no human should witness
not water not blood something no tongue could hold
blue sap pools at the edge of the universe now an ocean of futures and possibilities a gathering of fates undecided by the mad gods
crows stand vigil on the borders of frost as petals dyed in cosmic light sway ever but gently enough to draw the lich’s undying attention
a ghastly talon scratches at the door that divides the warm flesh from winter’s rime