clock is ticking: the pilgrim strays dancing to the winds of heresy
Tag: fantasy
the summer sky births omens: read lips and do not speak a word
a dream: duck and dash through fire stairways of web and sacrifice a function key to open dark doors
a higher power calls but we barely remember the sum of dreams
walking the dark tunnel: the light at the end is just another unforgiving trap
relapse: into a somatic state of reading the unknown
deep noon: a bulbul appears just to query my soul
spring after dawn: the tea cup smoulders with the rage of the coming summer
old woodland: the mist changes the ambience but the danger remains the same
brief flashes of motion: dragonflies deliver death from above
