digital art – Page 4 – elancharan gunasekaran

clouds turn feral racing like wolves across the barren sky driven to the brink of madness by the sight of the autumn moon

the spell did not listen it grew teeth tore through the dimensions ate his shadow and vanished

to the edge of the world where dragons sleep to the whispers of: order is a lie

war and rust creeps through the winter fog let it stay let it have its say

a crownless king ascends to the stars brittle as his ego baked clay they say in the old tongue

each word chaos reborn a spellbook inked in liquid rhyme

strumming till fingertips bleed the bard dishes out his wildest on dragonbone strings to tavern cheers

blood shadow blind and bold with a stroke of the crimson blade a universe dies

your bones belong to the moss and your blood to the sap

the wizard king folds emerald fire crafting a wyvern that hungers for the sight of destruction