freedom – Page 142 – elancharan gunasekaran

she calls out to me the daughter birthed of scales and ice luscious locks of night flowing like veins across an infant world

singing alongside the embers a chant of dying gods and fading spells

beneath the skin of the world i asked the ash what it remembered before the fires

i write these words in the hope that they may cull your flesh of ego

this day today in this very moment the breath of chaos is calm and warm

a river of silver flows upwards a name is a shadow kindled and cast

a wolf silver as spilled moonlight dances with the embers of a wyrm

riddle me in lightning ground me in fire for i am the arcane fire

for every spell a price to pay cryptic runes siphon the life force from flesh

parchment torn from thunderclouds the raven quill writhes and wails in ink