summer the winds taste of pulp and madness
Tag: fiction
witches tune bones to nether frequencies listening waiting for the voice from the void
one chime the ruination of flowers two chimes the dead turn back the clock
after the rain everything becomes wrong and beautiful
blades bent into flowers a warlord sharpens his warcry
from the bones of a dead god came wolves and a child whose claps shattered reality
a quill carved from thunder erases the kingdoms youve built inside your head
under the gaze of twelve moons they buried the lich’s darkest song
the orchard was once a rebellion listen and you will hear the echo of verdant war cries
the salt prophet circles the marsh his lips sewn shut with brine threads
elancharan gunasekaran 