waking to the prophecy of moth clouds blanketing the fiery skies
Tag: senryu
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
like prophets on fire ants march to the last songs of summer
a city of scale breathes fire and smog where children chase fanged shadows on cobbled cinder streets
from the forge of nothingness silence is constructed to quiet the minds of flesh
mercurial ghosts linger summer’s corridor with solemn designs
elancharan gunasekaran 