monostich – Page 134 – elancharan gunasekaran

morning fog the dragon heart yearns to dream in languages no tongue has ever known

the sun dies each day for this: as rivers became veins of fire

a laugh that cracks mountains a laugh that swallows gods the wyrm wakes

a maiden with a thousand faces sits in silence waiting for the darkest night to arrive

when you truly begin to understand that the quiet is part of the chaos

bodies dissolve into soft pink mists battleships torn asunder

here lies a universe untamed a galaxy undone by its own children

i am already unmade a ghost singing in a tongue no ears will hear

i kneel before you bare and allow your fangs to annihilate my very being

in the chasm of frequencies a rogue ships listens to the whispers of the cosmos