smoke script letters rise as ghosts mumbling in alien tongue
Tag: fantasy
none will find me buried beneath layers of subconscious and bones and finally topped off by the bloody rain
the wolves and wild things sing and dance beneath the night sky the autumn moon ripe for the taking
too many names buried in the forest now those same names have found a home in the concrete that invades their sacred space
autumn dawn a tide of forgetting washes over us a quiet reset that we hollow things never really talk about
pilgrims flee at the sight of the saint of scars as he unthreads his wound and bestows unimaginable pain upon those who would worship him even the slightest
grey skies darken a little more as lightning annontates the ritual of the coming storm
where the bloom warden patrols soil trembles with raging growth and the seeds of the cosmos obey her verdant command
the heavens feel lighter today clouds bountiful and abound the songs of winged gods heal the wounded world
last words of someone close a leaf falls
elancharan gunasekaran 