elancharan gunasekaran

she carries a lantern not of light but of voices that hum and lead the way in the dark: follow the voice please the light is divine’s end

autumn after dark dreams catch fire the body wakes in sweat and tears ready to fight but the demons are long gone

the sun’s rays forgotten in its place a circle of umbra pulses to the dark ones who will worship its madness

into the pit of lightning serpents the midnight children circle playfully and toss bones of plagued beasts

darkness flowers and the cold autumn moon blooms from void to reality disturbing morale compasses and advaitic senses of mortals

roots erupt writhe across dark roads where the boots of demonic conquerors have passed

knee deep in the mire night listens to the pleas of battle hardened warriors

fists punch and pummel the amber shell to release the dreams within knuckles bleed cracklines mapping the soul

you step barefoot into the drift of constellations and in sleep you fall freely into the depths of the void