a taste of thunder and the city forgets shape
Tag: art
first rays of dawn carve doors in the dark
you kneel and the rage eats you alive from within
to be undisturbed by your chaos
a shiver creeps across the garden rattling the leaves and quiet things in the dark
the warm sand hums as iridescent lizards drag their old skin across the wastelands
the storm thinks that it has won but the forest has spread its seeds and grim will
imagine waking up in a nest filled with iron winged scorpions
from the mouth of shadows violet rivers spill forth and race towards the end of time
even under the weight of stars the forest grim stands its ground
elancharan gunasekaran 