warm bodies lay motionless embodying the spirit of the corpse a stone placed above the heart signifies: no flesh is greater than nature
share warmth that once burnt skin of ebony rekindles memory of fires that blazed brave
unashamed unhidden truth stirs: in darkness we share blindness
the slow autumn light dims a symbol of ash and circle burns cold on bare chest
bind smoke into ropes bind nothing to nothingness and proclaim the emptiness of the void this act is enough to seal flesh to pact
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
elancharan gunasekaran 