deal sealed: darkness agrees to be gentle
Tag: Elancharan
winter at dawn silence earns its wings
this winter day i give thanks to the sea and gods for the salt and bounty
silver fish rushing through the winter seas still carry a glint of the sun
unburdened by changing skies the flesh stands still against angry tides
democracy is dead: tired minds drift from opinion to opinion but none their own
the winter moon sits on a cold hill and together they imagine warm days
the sentient sword dreams of a river flowing even when sheathed
what begins as a dull night waves crash and exaggerate the crescent moon enters stage scantily clad in pale light as the coast bursts into a raucous applause
winter’s crow stumbles on an outcrop: realms collide