Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

a maiden with a thousand faces sits in silence waiting for the darkest night to arrive

when you truly begin to understand that the quiet is part of the chaos

bodies dissolve into soft pink mists battleships torn asunder

here lies a universe untamed a galaxy undone by its own children

i am already unmade a ghost singing in a tongue no ears will hear

i kneel before you bare and allow your fangs to annihilate my very being

in the chasm of frequencies a rogue ships listens to the whispers of the cosmos

the autumn moon calls me kin and every step forward breaks the bones of creation

each severed neck births a new verse a raucous melody

a king’s crown melts and sprouts into a garden of blades