Tag: fiction

the autumn rain writhes like a demon too vast too wild to be named

the upside down tree bears no fruit only sacs of void hang silently from its branches

armour rusting in the salt rain her katana melts into the greedy earth

with crystal fingertips the gardener tends to the thousand petals sharp allbloom

the spell completes itself and the shadows forget how to breathe

a love conjured from the grim depths of blackened seas

unseen uncaught the world spills its secrets into the void

the living blade does not mourn when its wielder falls instead it sinks into the earth and hums softly

who will be king a dragon’s shadow a child of ash or the pale wind itself

every rib a spire and every skull a throne as bones parade in rebellion