Tag: fiction

once empty palm now slick with dark oil raises towers of shadows and winged anomalies that orbit red moons

white bundles left at the feet of mad gods blacken with desire smoke becomes fire seething with life

whisper to me the name of the grey wolf who howls upon the misty hill and I might just reveal to you the wonders of the dark after

petals smoulder and bees consumed by lust try take flight only to explode into technicolor sparks

farmers ground tongues into damp soil to birth papered vertebrae

tales speak of a mystic in the deep woods one who conjures the emerald fire and speaks to the servants of rot and decay

an ancient bell cast from burning mountains rings within the bones of mortals wakes the gods of the deep

autumn dusk clouds fall in waves of ember and cinder

grimoires of old drift beneath grim waters torn pages bloom into kelp and ink slithers away as eels

autumn dawn winds grow in excitement and tree leaves catch fire