fiction – Page 78 – elancharan gunasekaran

the future is a thousand and more fishbone diagrams hung from silver strings and guided by cyclopean eyes mapping out the possibilities of a single mad act

the mountains part as the battleshocked titan collapses returning stillness to the lands

winter dawn the pale sky fractures and births a beast of wreckage

empty armour melted iron the cinders of prayer remained on the battlefield where netherfire locusts ripped through the armies of mankind

a fragment a name the fisherman casts his line into the void and pulls out the crescent moon by its horns

the tundra conjures its bare minimum a cold and deep state of freeze no ghost phantom or flesh can bear to dream in

little do they know how little these wild eyed huntsmen know that chasing phantoms is an affliction of the frail human mind

caravans carrying ghosts and lost things settle in the shadow of the tundra

the compass was drawn by a liar’s tongue true north shifts like a trickster’s illusion as bodies stray into the fog

a little luck can go a long away some might even say you are the chosen when the bard his fiddle and pride were the only ones left unscathed on his highstool after the tavern collapsed upon itself in all the mad merrymaking