roots erupt writhe across dark roads where the boots of demonic conquerors have passed
Tag: art
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
where fresh and frail bodies lie darkness pools and consumes mind and body succumbs to the peace
sculpted by tides and conjured by the autumn rain your body remembers
the fruit at your feet is a fragment of the sky bite once and gravity forgets you
the autumn river floods when it dreams of war
dew becomes doors: portals to elsewhere
the fog on one side and the first light on the other critters watch grim as the forest brokers peace between the two
elancharan gunasekaran 