before curtains close in the sky the darkness gathers under an autumn tree where winds stretch the fabric of silence
ash of autumn marks the tongue: i confess
driven into a divine trance pilgrims summon the shape of silence
autumn dusk smoke from the incense becomes witness to our mortal madness
stars trapped and ground fine mix it with lunar blood and river salt a dead god almost returns to life only to slumber again
a flame is passed from hand to hand fire learns the ways of devotion
the veil of saints is fed to the fire slowly she rises from dust and ritual a priestess of ash to whom embers bow and wildfires kneel
dawn comes early as the faces of night’s wraiths dissolve in moonwater
smoke script letters rise as ghosts mumbling in alien tongue
none will find me buried beneath layers of subconscious and bones and finally topped off by the bloody rain
elancharan gunasekaran 