in the soft roar of a newborn flame a flutter of wings stir the molten underbelly of the earth
Tag: monostich
to the breathing earth we bow robed pagans each presiding over a fae mound as its protector the oath is taken as bodies transform into a conduit for nature’s wrath
I’ll take the small wins over the big any day the quiet over the crowd and be contend with all the seasons have to offer
the invisible face hugger refuses to go as cheeks redden from the embrace of winter’s cold draft
phantasmal orbs flicker and tremble trailing off into the deeper darkness as serpents of light
a rift remains in the grey horizon where once dragons fled in blazing arcs from a hollowed fiend
take the enchanted sword swing and let it sing away its rust in bloody combat
a thousand ravens of winter scatter crowns and bones into the wind
where chaos hums like an eternal battle hymn the war is not out here but deep within the flesh
a moonlit coated slug finds its target in the raised hackles of the wildebeest as true darkness descends a greater evil is lured to the shimmering carcass a beacon in the eternal plains
elancharan gunasekaran 