a slow stroll through a labyrinth spun from the ashes of discarded dreams
Tag: freedom
not a weapon but a blacksmith’s wish to splinter and reveal what lies beneath
wanders from hand to hand the bloodblade wanders the lands in search of true death
you ask for mercy and the beast laughs teeth tips alit in undying fires
in the heart of the nebula a child is born she bends light breaking the bones of stars
we are not gods here but merely passengers in entropy’s wreckage
we worship glitches the corruption that births new worlds
where code becomes flesh bcoms dust the machine screams
mouth of serpents drinking the storm and spitting liquid lightning into the seas
rivers unspoken wyrm spires twist in knots along the spines of men
elancharan gunasekaran 