dawn bleeds like a wounded beast as fires pale climb the stairway of kings
Tag: freedom
an ancient mirage strung from the green flame pillar of a twisted star
let me tell you a story of a blade that bears the weight of wars forgotten
a serpent coiled in dusk must burn to remember its name
shatter be reborn shift to shadow all in a single breath of season
in the pyre’s gleam the mad gods writhe like dying embers
red as rust eels in the moonlit mire coil through the rot and rubble
the prophet of bone claims that the stars are dead and traces a finger through space dust
midnight her hands woven with ivy and bone she calls out to the wild things
take thy crown and lose your name you are nothing but endless
elancharan gunasekaran 