a serpent coiled in dusk must burn to remember its name
Tag: creative writing
shatter be reborn shift to shadow all in a single breath of season
in the pyre’s gleam the mad gods writhe like dying embers
red as rust eels in the moonlit mire coil through the rot and rubble
the prophet of bone claims that the stars are dead and traces a finger through space dust
midnight her hands woven with ivy and bone she calls out to the wild things
take thy crown and lose your name you are nothing but endless
she calls out to me the daughter birthed of scales and ice luscious locks of night flowing like veins across an infant world
singing alongside the embers a chant of dying gods and fading spells
beneath the skin of the world i asked the ash what it remembered before the fires
elancharan gunasekaran 