a decree of cosmic proportion tumbles from the lonely night sky
Tag: fantasy
dive through mirrors of salt each crystal births a new image of our frail flesh
beneath the summer moon fish glow with crimson fever
someday I might be like a moth rising out of a living flame
we paint our throats cosmic blue and forget the illusions of flesh
summer moths feed on the spiralling rumors of crimson moss
the slow drip of obsidian tar from owl wings night comes at a price
antlers of brittle gold bridge the concrete communion of flesh and summer sky
in the language of mist hills wake like slumbering beasts
cold winds scream at crows as ghost ships unberth and set sail for the void
elancharan gunasekaran 