words and dust to scaffold the fragile world we’ve created the question remains how long will this last?
Tag: fiction
the incense trail finds the frail mind and the illusion of paradise crumbles
the soft breath of mist over the hills in silent decay
a thousand eyed tree at the end of a decrepit tunnel questions your sanity
lips burn as serpents and scaled beasts slither free reshaping reality
the noon drizzle disturbs the old gods sleeping in the dust
buries itself deeper in the throat of the elder elm the living blade refuses death
the first spell was a scream not meant to rule but to rupture the minds of the invaders
bones the spectrum of light keeping the spring sky aloft
ocean waves shimmer slick with lunar sweat and warm drafts that spring brings
