the winter winds bow to no throne and when it sings all things break
Tag: freedom
step into the temple of no doors chant the unimaginable and watch the gods blink in a mysterious code
vines of ink pour from cloud scattered letters each a waterfall of memories
a nameless girl held out her hand and time like sand flows out in a constant stream vanishing into the abyssal maws of the deathwurm
a fox with three eyes swallows the moon its belly becoming a voidborn cocoon
misty serpents descend from storm clouds and coil seductively around the winter sun
hexes multiply from bone to marrow the wild geometry of hunger plagues this frail body
an unfinished spell hangs in limbo between the pale of parted lips
a shape that means nothing a whisper that burns the homonculus mocks the very existence of humanity
the winter sky bleeds grey from the unbearable weight of unsaid words
elancharan gunasekaran 