tonight the dragon breathes fire into hollow bones bringing life back to the broken
Tag: fiction
midnight her hands woven with ivy and bone she calls out to the wild things
take thy crown and lose your name you are nothing but endless
i write these words in the hope that they may cull your flesh of ego
this day today in this very moment the breath of chaos is calm and warm
a river of silver flows upwards a name is a shadow kindled and cast
a wolf silver as spilled moonlight dances with the embers of a wyrm
riddle me in lightning ground me in fire for i am the arcane fire
a slow stroll through a labyrinth spun from the ashes of discarded dreams
not a weapon but a blacksmith’s wish to splinter and reveal what lies beneath