strain silence from cold limbs
Tag: Elancharan
who am i really? ask the night.
summer dream to descend into the flesh raw
no biases in the dark at least here
an offering of flesh and scales to the broken god
do the bidding of old gods summer crows
highway dream amber lights in our veins
trees become blur and winds become fire
flesh hardens and the world a darker place
begging us not to wake summer rain
