for every spell a price to pay cryptic runes siphon the life force from flesh
parchment torn from thunderclouds the raven quill writhes and wails in ink
a slow stroll through a labyrinth spun from the ashes of discarded dreams
not a weapon but a blacksmith’s wish to splinter and reveal what lies beneath
wanders from hand to hand the bloodblade wanders the lands in search of true death
you ask for mercy and the beast laughs teeth tips alit in undying fires
in the heart of the nebula a child is born she bends light breaking the bones of stars
we are not gods here but merely passengers in entropy’s wreckage
we worship glitches the corruption that births new worlds
where code becomes flesh bcoms dust the machine screams
elancharan gunasekaran 