a poet writes the blueprint for his madness with a strange quill made of a single drop of the cosmic consciousness

a child of the celestials reaches forth and touches the beast calling it: friend

scales of shifting constellations a forgotten beast erupts from the core of a fractal storm

blood feeds the roots of rebellion and forests bloom with sinewy knives

once a kingdom of twelve suns from each eye the lich king weeps tears of ice and chaos

swords melt into rivers and the mad gods claw at their own names

morning fog the dragon heart yearns to dream in languages no tongue has ever known

i am already unmade a ghost singing in a tongue no ears will hear

i kneel before you bare and allow your fangs to annihilate my very being