white bundles left at the feet of mad gods blacken with desire smoke becomes fire seething with life
Tag: fiction
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
each blade forged sings its own funeral and the blacksmith learns the language of death
