root to bone the kingdom blooms where he bleeds
Tag: fiction
some nights the clumsy moon spills silver light into the seas and all manner of fish swim drunk on too much soma
do not tell the dragon go gently into the night as wings combust and scales turn to angry ashes the new flame joins the old ones in a sacred dance in the graveyard of bonfires
full moon night a pond priest drowns with a smile knowing that along with his light some darkness has been culled from this world
a child picks up a mysterious crystal shard and is transported to a time when great waves unmade castles of sand
time you say: a dragon chewing through the great clock tower devouring the minutes whole
be wary of the merchants who sit by pools of midnight and barter with your mind’s light
to hum aloud in this forsaken forest is to summon the shade of silence upon you
your shadow refuses to follow you into battle it has learned the language of rebellion
horned wolves sing at the iron gate demanding an audience with winter’s ghost
elancharan gunasekaran 