summer after dawn winds carry the voice of the hungry
Tag: poetry
the monolith breathes silence pilgrims touch the cold stone and vanish without a trace
waning moon moths eat at and die by the same light of summer
with each strike the hammer breeds sparks of molten insects
silver fish implode from the white static of frothing waves
father tide i hear your choir in the currents and surrender to your deep
even the bravest of sailors kneel before the rampage of tides in the grim sea
the forest exhales black fire as shadow drips from leaves and collects in the mouth of cultists
owls ignite mid flight and i think it is time we leave behind the madness
i’ve seen old gods drown in prayer and silence is all the comfort we can offer them
elancharan gunasekaran 