bask in the mockery and reinvent a fate that is seemingly impossible for this flesh to conjure
Tag: art
the forest grim as witness a protodravidic goddesss rids herself of her captors’ chains and conceptualises their death
the fires stop dancing to witness the sacrifice a mousedeer leaps into the pyre laughing
the rivers no longer obey the laws of mad gods spiralling upwards and beyond into voids unseen
spring at dusk the vanishing god whispers a prophecy to the elder tree
no one rules the tide only fools demand and expect obedience from the seas
it takes a keen and compassionate eye to see that the sky still remains to this day full of fire
magic or madness i cannot say the tongue burns on something older than fire
the soft light of day on untamed roads snaking into oblivion
bones abandoned cracked open slow by time’s teeth
elancharan gunasekaran 