the rivers no longer obey the laws of mad gods spiralling upwards and beyond into voids unseen
Tag: senryu
spring at dusk the vanishing god whispers a prophecy to the elder tree
no one rules the tide only fools demand and expect obedience from the seas
it takes a keen and compassionate eye to see that the sky still remains to this day full of fire
touch alone tells a tale of leaves burnt blue by the echoes of lost gods
fire between letters and the breath between words to give meaning to madness
one last hunt: the winter seas bloom and froth fangs of salt upon mortal shores
the lungs of the slumbering beast reshapes the wind and the land ripples in terror
every sigh and word is a door and doors are hungry things eager to devour your soul’s essence
the mad gods gather round a table draped in white velvet to feast on bone and ruin
elancharan gunasekaran 