Tag: fiction

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

lips burn as serpents and scaled beasts slither free reshaping reality

the noon drizzle disturbs the old gods sleeping in the dust