in the dark of a forgotten realm an avalanche of mirrors reflect the blackness of mortal sins
Tag: freedom
how far the king has fallen feeding his pride on a banquet of lightless stars
the citadel is a beast of rubble and cogs flesh occupying the shadows and deep within its machinations is an ancient spark that dreams of sentience and conquest
jagged veins of bloodquartz gathers the sky tremors and stray lightning all in a terrifying pulsing rhythm
a king kneels before the burning wyrm and crowns himself in scales
beneath a fractured moon wildlings dance with raised hands of delight
the descent of otherworldly ravens burns the air transforms the lush landscape into a forgotten relic
your fae song births whirlwinds a tempest to drown divine and mortal alike
a bare bodied knight leaps dimensions as black holes seethe with sacrilege
the autumn rain writhes like a demon too vast too wild to be named
elancharan gunasekaran 