slow steady beat of the drum night and animal instincts rises to the surface
Tag: fiction
what little light i get i carry safe and far from the grasp of winter dark
mirrors disguised as portals to places between the stars
the bone rattling shrieks of feathered banshees: top of the day to you
like clockwork this body reacts to the tiniest sensations sparks that fuel life
waking from fire and stepping into the void
soul of winter stones feel lighter than memory
dark paths blur and balance is an act assumed by intuition
listen closely and you will find that destruction has tune and tempo the thumping of chests and steel the war cries that silences death the blood pumping thrill of battle
this sleep spell softens and becomes contagious
elancharan gunasekaran 