the woods speak in thunder softly always
Tag: fiction
silence wears the bones of kings
i dreamt the prophecy in my blood the language of leviathans: unworldly floods
chaos eats its own and the winds bleed salt from tongues
the dragon is weightless a memory carried by the same winds that carried its myth
drink in the black become god or become dust
words and dust to scaffold the fragile world we’ve created the question remains how long will this last?
the incense trail finds the frail mind and the illusion of paradise crumbles
the soft breath of mist over the hills in silent decay
a thousand eyed tree at the end of a decrepit tunnel questions your sanity
elancharan gunasekaran 