we summon what the heavens fear hope & humanity from this frail and desecrated flesh
Tag: freedom
they say it gets easier by the hour this bloody debacle of listening to the mad gods’ whispers
dusk fire skies birth thunder in the shape of laughter
our feet rustle the leaves: part tune part terror half risen half forgotten
warped bodies brimming with words we were never meant to say
the ancient sorcery thickens pouring down from cracked constellations
each note a fine thread that tangles in the root of throats
he whispered a language that has no mouth like a serpent shedding skin on stone
ghost fishes drift through paradise each carrying a shimmer of moonlight in their scales
tonight the dragon breathes fire into hollow bones bringing life back to the broken
elancharan gunasekaran 