Singapore – Page 45 – elancharan gunasekaran

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

mouth of serpents drinking the storm and spitting liquid lightning into the seas

rivers unspoken wyrm spires twist in knots along the spines of men

the ground is alive a beast of earth and root clawing at the feathers of divinity

pale winds carve stories of a time before on the faces of obsidian rock

where gods bicker over dice and planets bloom like flowers

once upon a time the stars were our shields now they drift and sing bound to none