the winter trees were once dire wolves who chose solitude and eternity over the embrace of the moon
Tag: freedom
take refuge in my skin the darkness engulfs and the voices will drown live and be loved now and forever
the living ink filled his throat and by morning the world had rewritten itself
they came in droves magi greedy for the greatest spell only to leave with a ghost a whisper and a void in their soul
the noon wind lifts the bones of the forgotten and grinds their names from marble lips
step into the paradise with open palms and let blade edges skin you free you from this mortal atrocity
the vast choir of voices leads the scattered mind to a singular cosmic purpose
watch in awe as azure bolts of lightning prey on helpless glass towers
the songbird imagines a gargantuan claw sinking in the desert and another in the sea
the wind howls and the river follows the shadow seeking oblivion
elancharan gunasekaran 