Tag: fiction

creatures of night tread lightly as space becomes hallowed and ceremonial

the clouds have calmed but the storm still possesses me her wrath gives no quarter and her thunder reverberates in every waking cell

mind body soul: only the sound of the conch echoes in the morning wind 

i wake as if these limbs have never known cold but only the vigor of carnal fires

the winter sun has yet to rise and here i walk this earth bare and innocent

shadows and dreams of tyranny fill the void left by the moon

this winter day light thins to a whisper

please hold: spring is still an unfinished spell

shadows trudging across the damp earth towards mist clad glass towers

no validation required for this morning’s madness