mistaken for prophecy every fire and flame hums a warning
a spell of winter’s bear hibernates deep in you blood
hands glow and the cave sings as the illumination sways hypnotic
look closely and you will find that the moon has an old wound covered in moss
the forest grim peeks into my mind and subtly erases a path
boat lanterns solemnly float towards forgotten piers
throw your tantrums the quietude will not be televised
some tongues need to be taught a very special lesson in diabolical debauchery
not too long ago dwarves mined echoes instead of ore
in volcanic sand a unicorn draws labyrinths with its horn
elancharan gunasekaran 