Tag: monostich

the unthinkable has happened and time is at a standstill as we walk barefoot across a sea of ash while the world dreams we live out the sins of our curse

wanderers from foreign worlds walk a trail of silver dust high above a black hawk surveys their fate in keen silence

gone are the days of freedom what remains are the echoes and ashes of wartime remnants hoping to inspire a generation that has lost its soul

th river needed no king only the song and secrets of cold currents

trees uproot in slow rebellion and march east into the raging sun

from a grotesque mouth of infinite movement an ancient storm is exhaled

wild magic violently evolves between pale palms in search of its true shape

a serpent of roots and black fire coils round the dying earth with a primal hiss it calls forth new worlds from the void

three nights of rain reveals an intricate map made of mud and debris

riddles forged out of starlight there is magic at every turn   every node and intersection hides an incantation that reveals a world beyond our reality