the hermit summons a fog soft white and full of venom to rid the bog of voices
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the sun wears a muzzle and the cold field bites at the hands that tend to it
a dwarven miner sang too loud and his life became a echo of the cavern
collapsed tongue silence is the safest map to thread
the moon was an accident a smudge left behind in the void when a mad god rubbed her eye
the smiling hunter becomes a constellation his arrow nocked and ready to rain hell upon the heavens
the harvest never ends some bones hum others curl like dried leaves
sickle slicing trails of smoke the shaman reaps dead end futures from your soul’s web
the bard sings of dark waters of undeen and the hero who freed her from an eternal nightmare
from stone to mist to bone under the new moon we meet wild things shifting in the shadows
elancharan gunasekaran 