would you believe me if I told you that the dragons disappeared into the silver between the lightning
Tag: monostich
a vow- not to be hunted not be tamed never to sleep under the banners of fragile men
the prophecy was torn in half each half transformed into a phoenix that lived for a few breaths and turned into ash and from the ashes the prophecy was made whole again
only you bare skinned and burning dancing at the edge of the world
in the marrow of the forest sentience grows veins of mycelium untangle from nature’s web
the mad gods gather round a table draped in white velvet to feast on bone and ruin
the river bleeds backwards and trees walk the cold land with hollowed souls
nightfall skin upon skin we consume and conquer like wildfire
the winter moon settles in a heartbeat older than the breath of the elder gods
a beast with antlers of smoke slumbers under the watchful gaze of seven suns
elancharan gunasekaran 