Tag: monostich

blood magic they say when a whisper can shatter your mind

shadows dart from tree to tree collecting the pale mist

the city grey drowns in the forever rain

we forget about ghosts and kneel before the rain

bonfire by the coast warming the sea of stars

highland path the soft frost blankets impaled cadavers

lifting her veil the moonfolk bard sings to your purse

field of blades a cut in the flesh at every turn

the divine red gold extinguished in ash grey

drums and lion dancers the gloom grows with the beat