memory like the cold sea refuses to stay buried
Tag: fantasy
the smell of incense rife with wicked schemes of mad gods
wounded in the war you never fought sliding down the rabbit hole of trauma
a hallway filled with phantoms incorporeal statues of you feigning your innocence
on a single thread of certainty the eternal flame feeds
gaze long enough into the glow of the fallen star and you will be reminded of its treachery
across cold ancient waters boats carry the burden of unanswered prayers
colours forget their names as doorways open into dreameater fields
the war you almost won with your lips they now belong to verdant winds
with every toll of the bell rain buries an empire beneath secrets
elancharan gunasekaran 