we summon what the heavens fear hope & humanity from this frail and desecrated flesh
Tag: monostich
they say it gets easier by the hour this bloody debacle of listening to the mad gods’ whispers
dusk fire skies birth thunder in the shape of laughter
our feet rustle the leaves: part tune part terror half risen half forgotten
moss grows from a moonlit fox which speaks in riddles
where sunburnt shadows cease to chase dunes curl into colossal limbs
scent of iron and rain the oath of paladins grows sword from stone
an endless tale of smoke and scale flows down the river grim
the howl of wolves wakes the oracle who pulls dreams from the veins of oak
warped bodies brimming with words we were never meant to say
elancharan gunasekaran 