mists of day smothers the fire and from the ashes the faceless arise clawing at the hollow of their chest
Tag: Singapore
obsidian beetles carry dead stars across gardens and into the heart of the bonfire
the sweetness of rumour stills the cacophonic thunder of the collective consciousness
pilgrims carry the weight of: hollow light bends bone into smoke
waking to the prophecy of moth clouds blanketing the fiery skies
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
elancharan gunasekaran 