Tag: senryu

the living ink filled his throat and by morning the world had rewritten itself

they came in droves magi greedy for the greatest spell only to leave with a ghost a whisper and a void in their soul

the noon wind lifts the bones of the forgotten and grinds their names from marble lips

the beast walks amongst us with its mouth agape drinking from the overflowing fountain of human emptiness

we listen we remember the winter wind does neither she bites at the living who ignore her

days dissolve into mist the freed golems listen to the birds and carve poems into cliffsides

how does one burn an ocean the elder wyrm’s question was often met with death if answered silence or ignorance was preferred

when silence came she did not weep instead she bore herself a wild sellsword from the fiery space between her bosoms and set it upon the quiet void

the blacksmith wakes in the dead of the night his hands cold and his heart empty the anvil silent as if the only fire that was never meant to be extinguished had fled from the forge of his ribcage

recognize the undoing and step forth on the phantom plank the depth is measured in howls as you leap into the unknown