a thief catches fireflies in the midnight meadow hoarding them in her ribcage long has she forgotten hunger that humans and animals do
Tag: monostich
in the silent fog phantoms cast lines of silver hoping to hook the beast by maw or underbelly and there in the muddy deep the fish whisper of war
be wary of the merchants who sit by pools of midnight and barter with your mind’s light
to hum aloud in this forsaken forest is to summon the shade of silence upon you
your shadow refuses to follow you into battle it has learned the language of rebellion
horned wolves sing at the iron gate demanding an audience with winter’s ghost
winter dawn a thousand tongues of frost bloom in the trees and none are forgiving
no one reads aloud here and if you do the dragon shifts in its sleep and words become phantasmal wisps
catalogued pages of cinder each one glows slightly and crackles in the dark
the thunder rolled over the canvas carving new veins of ash of lightning
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