after the rain everything becomes wrong and beautiful
Tag: literature
blades bent into flowers a warlord sharpens his warcry
from the bones of a dead god came wolves and a child whose claps shattered reality
a quill carved from thunder erases the kingdoms youve built inside your head
under the gaze of twelve moons they buried the lich’s darkest song
the orchard was once a rebellion listen and you will hear the echo of verdant war cries
the salt prophet circles the marsh his lips sewn shut with brine threads
children and gods sit round the fire and listened to the tale of a knight who filled his armour with the blue mists of winter
the dragon morphed into fog and followed quietly in our footsteps
on the cusp of winter and spring the bloodmist sings to lost souls
elancharan gunasekaran 