the forest remembers where the witch has passed trees scarred
Tag: fiction
anarchy blooms in every field: wildflower uprising
it drifts low a predatory cloud heavy with ancient gravity
you may descend the abyss either by invitation or by simply forgetting your humanity
human and fey royalty climb down into wells to consult with constellations living there
crawl out from the womb of void and the world is older but you have yet to age
to listen is to embody the design of weather: strength in change
twilight the chaos spire leans on the afterthought of wails
scream into the darkness to fracture the council of light
ever wondered what fuels the void perhaps it is too deep and dark to comprehend
