the bard was set on fire and he sang his last to an empty throne
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the orchard was once a rebellion listen and you will hear the echo of verdant war cries
to hunt the unseen you must teach your eyes to unsee reality
a hallway filled with phantoms incorporeal statues of you feigning your innocence
on a single thread of certainty the eternal flame feeds
the invisible face hugger refuses to go as cheeks redden from the embrace of winter’s cold draft
hair braided in embers the fire will only speak to her she burns and churns until the sun rises from her navel
the stone eaters rise with mouths full of granite and abyssal hymns
blighted roots write eulogies for the autumn sun
the gods have gone silent as winter devours the last of barren trees