Tag: fiction

armed with bone flutes and glass daggers an assemblage of faces no human should witness

not water not blood something no tongue could hold

thoughts derail as the flesh fights its war against winter winds

two skies have fallen one of frost and the other of fire a third sky falls in the form of a crystal songbird as illusion shatters the truth is harnessed from the chaos of felled lies

the lands of the first flame bears down hard on strangers where dragons molt in reverse turning soft before darkness hardens the underplates the sight of unlit pyres tell a tale of moksha the liberation of soul from body and from the clutches of the evercycle not everyone deserves it but a few do

the unthinkable has happened and time is at a standstill as we walk barefoot across a sea of ash while the world dreams we live out the sins of our curse

wanderers from foreign worlds walk a trail of silver dust high above a black hawk surveys their fate in keen silence

gone are the days of freedom what remains are the echoes and ashes of wartime remnants hoping to inspire a generation that has lost its soul

th river needed no king only the song and secrets of cold currents