where merfolk gather silver salt falls as tears into the seas
Tag: fiction
chaosseed burned deep into the marrow of king the void is both cradle and crown
every dawn bleeds and the question remains who will fear me?
a crown that turns thoughts to flame and vision to smoke
crowns in the ashes too heavy for the living too wild for the dead
the wood bends and forms a ribcage guarding an infant fire
night replaced by a black flower blooms swallowing the stars
the rain falls not as liquid but as ashes filling mouths with grey venom
a hollow eye staring at an empty field where ghosts wander in circles
feeding static to the universe charging the silence with screams
elancharan gunasekaran 