Tag: senryu

heroes devolve from the trauma and crawl back into cocoons

a meteor shower softly serenades otherworldly heresy

the gods are long gone but belief is a stubborn echo of our humanity

the sickle grows sharper with each harvest of a soul’s silence

mist and temple incense dance to the sensual song of dawn

you finish the carving of a sigil and it finishes you

within this infernal prism of glass ribs light folds like paper here

the oldest texts are cocoons and if opened right night transforms into neon

void archive the librarian burns spineless books to keep herself warm

lightning hums raw in the gullet of the ancient beast