Tag: fiction

frail pale hands reach through the mist to touch the light

your heart drums its hardest you hear it in your skull and the street you walk has memorised your heartbeat

predator winds of autumn come seeking the source of joy the humming of a fire

summer’s fire hums gently from beneath a stone in the zen garden

she carries a lantern not of light but of voices that hum and lead the way in the dark: follow the voice please the light is divine’s end

autumn after dark dreams catch fire the body wakes in sweat and tears ready to fight but the demons are long gone

the sun’s rays forgotten in its place a circle of umbra pulses to the dark ones who will worship its madness

into the pit of lightning serpents the midnight children circle playfully and toss bones of plagued beasts

darkness flowers and the cold autumn moon blooms from void to reality disturbing morale compasses and advaitic senses of mortals

roots erupt writhe across dark roads where the boots of demonic conquerors have passed