the children of the leaf play and sing and dance within the confines of concrete barely bothered by the rain that has drowned out the silence of this autumn day
carved into the old birch the almanac of elders to lead the young ones into the future the fae children sit and watch and listen etching lines and symbols and seasons into memory for if you ever lose your way in the world close your eyes and think upon your memory of youth remember the beautiful birch its eternal watch in day and dark and find your way to one of the sanctuaries to begin anew
the grim forest does not trap you it simply forgets the way out
when the stars aligned the mad god emerged wrong beautiful and unmistakably queer
conductors speak the language of stars large and luminous eyes blink out signals and messages into the void only to be received and deciphered on the side of the darkness they literally speak morse and if you have no more questions all aboard: blink blink
rumours of a queer beast in the old quarter one who traps victims between stone cold pillars and recites a eulogy before ripping them in half mind the midnight streets and please stay safe
there are the other doors that bless you with anonymity while some loudly proclaim your iminent arrival along with your deepest darkest secrets gaping maws that trap you within the confines of claustrophobic walls and steal your sanity bit by bit
i might take no offense and still decide to wear your pretty face to the masquerade
rehearsals of the flesh continue until the night learns humility
a raindrop each pilgrims bring from all over to be catalogued in the consecrated vaults
elancharan gunasekaran 