only you bare skinned and burning dancing at the edge of the world
Tag: freedom
in the marrow of the forest sentience grows veins of mycelium untangle from nature’s web
the mad gods gather round a table draped in white velvet to feast on bone and ruin
the river bleeds backwards and trees walk the cold land with hollowed souls
nightfall skin upon skin we consume and conquer like wildfire
the winter moon settles in a heartbeat older than the breath of the elder gods
a beast with antlers of smoke slumbers under the watchful gaze of seven suns
speak thy precious name and sip chaos from the river’s mouth
grey clouds fracture and spill ash in torrents upon the fragments of a sentient civilization
the moss hums in a dead tongue gathering the clouds and eyes of heaven to where the forest needs aid
elancharan gunasekaran 