Tag: Singapore

in the pyre’s gleam the mad gods writhe like dying embers

red as rust eels in the moonlit mire coil through the rot and rubble

the prophet of bone claims that the stars are dead and traces a finger through space dust

she calls out to me the daughter birthed of scales and ice luscious locks of night flowing like veins across an infant world

singing alongside the embers a chant of dying gods and fading spells

beneath the skin of the world i asked the ash what it remembered before the fires

for every spell a price to pay cryptic runes siphon the life force from flesh

parchment torn from thunderclouds the raven quill writhes and wails in ink

in the heart of the nebula a child is born she bends light breaking the bones of stars

we are not gods here but merely passengers in entropy’s wreckage