slow steady beat of the drum night and animal instincts rises to the surface
Tag: Elancharan
what little light i get i carry safe and far from the grasp of winter dark
mirrors disguised as portals to places between the stars
cratered skin made supple and fine by borrowed light she comes out to play
pelagic thrashing under calm waters on this full moon night
with each breath we draw into our hearts the soul of winter
the bone rattling shrieks of feathered banshees: top of the day to you
like clockwork this body reacts to the tiniest sensations sparks that fuel life
waking from fire and stepping into the void
cold winds flow with predatory grace late into the morning
elancharan gunasekaran 