the spell did not listen it grew teeth tore through the dimensions ate his shadow and vanished
Tag: freedom
to the edge of the world where dragons sleep to the whispers of: order is a lie
war and rust creeps through the winter fog let it stay let it have its say
a crownless king ascends to the stars brittle as his ego baked clay they say in the old tongue
each word chaos reborn a spellbook inked in liquid rhyme
strumming till fingertips bleed the bard dishes out his wildest on dragonbone strings to tavern cheers
blood shadow blind and bold with a stroke of the crimson blade a universe dies
your bones belong to the moss and your blood to the sap
the wizard king folds emerald fire crafting a wyvern that hungers for the sight of destruction
roses and lilacs a kiss of glory by the grim face of oblivion
elancharan gunasekaran 