the wax hot drips down his wrist to the ground that was built on rumor and myth
Tag: senryu
tonight the silence is prey hunted and flees the forest on quiet steps
why do we play this game this riddle called war when there are no winners only losers
left too long to exist in the rain of time moss covered stones without a name
the fires stop dancing to witness the sacrifice a mousedeer leaps into the pyre laughing
the rivers no longer obey the laws of mad gods spiralling upwards and beyond into voids unseen
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
elancharan gunasekaran 