smelling war in the wind wolves fall to heir knees
Tag: fiction
the serpent has forgotten its name but remembers every war and plague mongered
it is not the dark that needs conquering but the vile things in the deep
shadows descend into the cavern where the sun once fell and fractured
moss grows from a moonlit fox which speaks in riddles
where sunburnt shadows cease to chase dunes curl into colossal limbs
scent of iron and rain the oath of paladins grows sword from stone
an endless tale of smoke and scale flows down the river grim
the howl of wolves wakes the oracle who pulls dreams from the veins of oak
empty dawn my love is raw and my promises unsung
elancharan gunasekaran 