the winter trees were once dire wolves who chose solitude and eternity over the embrace of the moon
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take refuge in my skin the darkness engulfs and the voices will drown live and be loved now and forever
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
elancharan gunasekaran 